#rip to antis :( feel better soon loves

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Heavy Spoilers for Godzilla X Kong under the image

Birb.

Text reads:

Rodan, the Fire Demon

Height 70 meters, Wingspan 150 meters and Weight 16,000 metric tons.

Okay, so as I said yesterday, I ended up having a pretty good time with Godzilla X Kong. It's very Showa in it's tone, complete with all sorts of goofy stuff. Probably the funniest movie in the Monsterverse so far.

First of all, the pacing's pretty fast and quite a lot happens. Like, we get a lot of Kong stuff, he's pretty much the protagonist and the main plot revolves around him looking for and finding others of his kind, then noticing that they're in a bit of trouble, and well, doing something about it.

The Humans were rather enjoyable this time round. I think over time Legendary's just gotten way better at writing their human characters. New human Trapper is pretty awesome, beimng this Steve Irwinny crazy-awesome guy, and I think Bernie's come out much more likeable. Less of the paranoid conspiracy nut and more of a guy who just really wants to see the Hollow Earth.

I really like how Jia's story ended up coming full circle, with her almost confirming that psychic powers are a thing in Godzilla again. Then she gets to find other members of the Iwi people in Hollow Earth, and kinda becomes like a Mothra priestess? I wonder if they'll be anywhere further she goes in the future, but if not it's a really cool ending for the character.

Suko ended up being a suprisingly engaging character, starting out pretty antagonistic at first, but gradually warming up to Kong as the story continues. His character, particularly his perpetual nervousness, starts making so much more sense when you're shown what his home is like. He ends up being an MVP in the final fight too, which is kinda awesome.

Speaking of which, the introduction of Scar King is absolutely fantastic. Like, everything about the scene with the miners/slaves up to actually seeing the guy himself tells you we're dealing with a proper bastard. And Kong ain't gonna stand for any of that crap.

I didn't care much for Scar King before the movie...Now I kinda wish they didn't kill him off so soon. Dude's very much a love-to-hate kind of character with a neat fighting style, and he probably could have worked as a recurring villain (maybe slinking off back to Hollow Earth to find new ancient evils to awaken and weaponize, which would be an easy way for a few old monsters to be brought back. Gigan and Megalon, perhaps?).

Then for new characters we have Shimo. And while we don't get much of her (especially not when she's allowed to act of her own volition), what we do have is neat. She's definitely gonna be a fan favourite for the Monsterverse Original creatures. It's kinda funny how I think many people were expecting this (literally) cold-hearted villain/lackey, but instead we got a mild-natured woobie.

I really hope Shimo gets to be in a comic or a future movie, she's got a lot of potential now that she's free.

Godzilla is here too, being the angry jerk we all know and love. Honestly though, I feel like the "Godzilla needs to power up" thing is probably gonna end up being more foreshadowing for a future movie, since I dunno if he really needed to power-up to fight a balding orangutan who wields the power of slavery (you could argue Shimo was the real threat, she almost got him in the anti-gravity fight if it wasn't for Mothra).

I wish the whole team up thing lasted a little bit longer, but it was hella fun what we got. Hope this opens up the possibility of Godzilla fighting alongside his allies more often.

Rip Tiamat she did nothing wrong.

Oh yeah, and Mothra. Her involvement in the plot is very short, but sweet, telling Godzilla to cut it out for five minutes then helping out in the first half of the final fight. It's nice to see her again. Now we just need Rodan to make a comeback.

Lastly, the fights in this movie are an absolute delight to watch, especially the hilarious pyramid fight (that's like, peak Showa antics) and both parts of the final fight.

The first half with the zero-gravity is one of the most fun and unique ideas for a kaiju fight, getting even better when the humans get to help out (by first activating the gravity, then Trapper fires a Chekov's Gun with these bird things that produce and electrical field to drive off Scar King's minions).

The second half on the surface is pure catharsis, seeing Scar King finally get his comeuppance thanks to some quick thinking (and a bit of luck) from Kong and Suko, freeing Shimo so she can put her abuser (again quite literally) on ice, ending his reign of terror for good. I really love that trope where an abuser is ultimately finished off by their victims.

Overall, Godzilla X Kong is peak cinema. I love the Monsterverse, and although the wilder tone isn't for everyone, I had a great time, and would recommend. There's a ton of interesting possibities for the future too, with Kong's ....New Empire and all.

#godzilla #godzilla x kong: the new empire #godzilla x kong spoilers #gxk #monsterverse #kong #rodan #fan art #Kong and his new found family comic please legendary #I know Rodan has nothing to do with the movie but he's that only new Godzilla art I have on hand

[dreaming-marchling]

I hope you feel better soon!

Love this bit of cultural worldbuilding in Exile if you have any additional director's commentary!

“I don’t know if Magnus or Jace made it clear or not but parabatai bonds are sacred to us. They’re a serious, serious commitment and there are all sorts of accommodations given to bonded pairs. That someone purposefully broke the bond between you and Jace is literally its own crime. There will be people, especially in the older generations, who will be more angry about what happened to your bond than what happened to you yourself. Mostly those people are anti-Downworlder bigots who don’t like your progressive stance but still, the point stands.”

The show SAID the bond was sacred and then they just never actually showed it. Like super frustrating, it infuriated me all the time. Like bad enough they let Jace be tricked by Jonathan with that text that Max died - HE SHOULD HAVE FELT THAT ALEC WASN'T DEVASTATED AND KNOWN IT WAS FAKE!!! - but like where was the DEFERENCE??

I really wanted there to be scenes where say Maryse tried to pull something on Alec and Jace cut her off like "he's my parabatai and my word goes" instead we got shit like her telling Alec to just like forget Jace because he made them look bad. Or for there to be some sort of "omg those are parabatai warriors, look at them fight, they're blessed by the Angels" awed reaction from new to the Institute Shadowhunters. We got a whole lot of nothing other than an occasional mention that the bond is sacred or losing a parabatai is the worst pain without really showing it.

So I really wanted to show it in Exile. Jace wasn't just in pain, he was shattered and wanted to join Alec in death as their souls were torn apart and wanted - needed - to be back together. I wanted other people to be horrified that Imogen had done that to parabatai. I wanted the breaking of the bond to be its own crime to stack on her mountain. Even Alec who had no idea who he was was dealing with a "rip" inside of him that hurt and destabilized him without understanding why.

I imagine the Clave to be really cutthroat like old royal courts were, lots of scheming and "playing the game" and assassination attempts. I can absolutely imagine some people being like "damn girl" to Imogen for so ruthlessly and effectively taking out Alec to further her grandson's interests and the Herondale name. Not like approval approval but "what a master manipulator, well played" kind of vibe... until she broken an Angel blessed bond to do it.

I have feelings.

Thank you for asking!!

#My Writing

[autistrope]

…So, I haven’t rambled about my OC playlists here. I do them both “Fits the Character in some Way” and “The Character would like this genre!” because I like making things unnecessarily hard for myself. I also make them strictly 1 hour and 30 minutes long (according to spotify).

some of them are my OCs, some of them are my Girlfriend’s OCs, most of them I try to spin a story out of the songs but it’d only make sense if you already knew the character and what they did in both their own story’s canon and ‘Displacement’ canon (basically an excuse we both made for all of them, magic past, technical futures, and completely different timelines and worlds, to crossover) which i don’t usually talk about them online because I can’t draw and I think people would rip me apart for it asdkjnekajndkajnddkj

…not all OCs listen to music that I like, making this a bit finicky, that and spotify likes to remove songs sometimes which is annoying because I can’t keep going back and changing it!…

Anyways, Links (in the titles) and Descriptors below the cut!!

🔮💚Bewitched🩸🏵️

An Anti-Folk/Folksy playlist for a terminally ill elven mage who has no real ability to talk to others without her severe anxieties getting in the way. Ends up summoning something she really shouldn’t have.

(One of mine)

💡🛟Catharsis🫧💭

Kawaii EDM/Future Bass songs for the little therapy bot that could! Unbeknownst to him, both he and his creator will become a major point in history for Constructs everywhere.

(One of My Girlfriend’s)

🤡🌈 Confetti 🍭🤹‍♀️

A Circus Music Playlist for a genuinely friendly alien clown who loves to make cotton candy art, who ends up finding more people like her thanks to a homeless wanderer… even if they aren’t clowns like herself!

(One of mine)

🔥🌺Debauchery🦑🍺

A bunch of more rebellious rock/punk songs for a genuinely deplorable magic user who while being known for starting both parties and riots at every tavern, has broken so many laws in her desire for “Freedom” that people start to take notice…

(One of Mine, Unfortunately)

🐓🪢Depersonalized🧿🍲

More Vintage feeling tracks for a chicken rancher who tries her hardest in the face of adversities, such as her parents passing too soon, her brother becoming a murderer, and eventually her own mental health.

(One of Mine)

📔👁Discipline⌛️📻

An Electro Swing playlist for a Robot Construct History Teacher who’s (rightfully) developed some serious trust issues after everything that’s happened to him.

(One of My Girlfriend’s)

🍆🍑Eroticism🍒🍇

Psychedelic Trance for an Eldritch Entity taking on the form of a tentacle monster that eventually reshapes everything in it’s own image just by giving people what they want…

(Shared!)

📘🫖Etiquette📰💧

A playlist of Piano Pieces for a tea party loving woman who witnesses her sisters be taken from her far too young and, without outside help, may never recover from it.

(One of Mine)

🥁🦴Fermata💿🏁

A Ska Playlist for a Rudeboy Musichead who’s just as surprised as everyone else why he’s suddenly a skeleton despite previously existing in a world where that was thought to be a complete fantasy.

(Shared!)

🪄 🔳 Gramarye📓🌒

A Minimal Techno playlist for the exhausted royal mage who should have payed closer attention to their things before someone else got a hold of it.

(One of Mine)

🥃🍆Hedonism🪙🧚

Electro House for a drunken, party loving larcenist who would do anything for a chance to live a better life and get out of the criminal group he’s stuck with. (One of Mine)

👻🩸Hyperarousal🍒💀

Darksynth songs for an android sex worker who loves himself some horror movies! Was just having some playful fun himself before he discovered a collective that helps people like him.

(One of my girlfriend’s)

🫂🌙 Interactionism💫🦋

Mostly Neurohop and Neurohop adjacent songs for a lil guy who, despite how his species typically is, was raised to be so much softer by a member of a softer species.

(One of my girlfriend’s, but the species is mine.)

☕️⚰️Intermit🍹👿

A special playlist for a receptionist who has had e-fucking-nough.

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

🩸🔪 Juvenile ☠️🥪

a Nu-Metal playlist for an edgy boy with a much worse brother who, after escaping said brother, discovers that he might not exactly be as human as he thought through the help of a homeless man.

(One of Mine)

🔎💥Magnification👣💧

Indietronica for an aspiring dork detective who’s absolutely ecstatic about being brought to a world where a bunch of other more fantastical species have been suddenly brought, too… until he actually has a reason to try and ‘play’ detective…

(One of Mine)

🔸🔩 Malignance 🖥⚠️

Future Rock/Metal for an aggressive and unstable entity who is trying to understand and adapt to this suddenly far less life-or-death world inhabited by “Humans”.

(One of Mine)

💻👀Memetic🌚🏳

Filter/French House Songs for a… uniquely coded creature who studied the extinct species who invented the internet before everything goes downhill.

(One of Mine)

🥣💪Nurturing🚸👤

Mellow Gold/Soft Rock for a clumsy, definitely human caregiver who’s doing his best to help others despite having notable gaps in his own memory…

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

🎀🧁Premature🥀🪦

An odd mix of songs for a little girl who somehow woke up after being stabbed in the back by her own sister and vows to grow up to make sure people like her don’t get off scot free at any cost…

(One of Mine)

👽🪡Preservation👾🐁

a weird mix of funky breaks and weirdcore for an eccentric child who wants to be a taxidermist when he grows up, and discovers (much to his delight) that his best (and only) friend is secretly an alien!

(One of Mine)

🍻⛔️Protection🎯🍳

A Permanent Wave playlist for a Bartender keeping all of his secrets under his skin and most of his loved ones under the Pub itself, away from any prying eyes with hostile intentions.

(One of Mine)

💐📝Pseudonym🍵🥀

Cello pieces for a woman who wants to make her (pen) name known across every species for being the first author of her species to write thriller books here.

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

🖤 🍃Quixotic🔋🫥

A playlist of Angsty Soundcloud ‘Hyperpop’(?) for a dating simulation wondering where his ‘master’ disappeared to…

(One of Mine)

🖥 🐏Rootkit⚖️🎥

Acidcore for a vengeful hacker who’s discovered that her and everyone she’s ever known has a chip in their head, and wants to target whoever/whatever’s responsible…

(One of Mine)

🤪🧨Simulacra♟😈

Ragtime and Dixieland for a woman who’s (poorly and stereotypically) pretending to be ‘crazy’. So ‘crazy’, in fact, that she couldn’t have possibly done any calculated murders while stealing someone else’s identity! Not at all!

(One of Mine)

💉😈Stimulation🍄🔫

Industrial Metal for some scabby prick who’ll do anything for a fix, even convincing two teenage boys to steal for him in exchange for a place to stay. also he shouldn’t be trusted near woman fyi

…also he dies twice in the story this playlist is trying to tell heehee

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

💫🖌Supernova🪢🌟

Lo-Fi Jazzhop for a spray-painting stoner living in her buddy’s basement with a clown, a cat, and some british kid. Isn’t subtle with her love for all things space, which she believes might just be ‘home’…

(One of Mine)

🏹📓Valiance🕯🎮

Epicore for an archer who desperately wants to be the hero of not just her own story, but the story of the island! Has the skills for it, but having the personality of a golden retriever might get in the way of her dreams…

(One of Mine)

📸🍕Vignette🫀🐳

An Indie Rock playlist for a man who was kicked out of his house by his poor ol’ sister and is making ends meet with this fantastic device he had commissioned! What a swell and pleasant and innocent man!

(One of Mine)

🗺☕️ Wanderlust ☀️🛤

Rock songs for a homeless drifter who loves the earth and all of its rich cultures, but is secretly on a mission to rescue as many of his own… kind as he can…!

(One of Mine)

…also, i am making more! :}

#If there’s any TWs I should tag please let me know! I’ve never made a post like this before. #Character playlist #character playlists #oc playlist #oc playlists #spotify #multi genre

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

K NOW *YOU* HAVE TO RANK MIDNIGHTS. AND 1989. AND LOVER.

ELLIE YOURE KILLING ME. THREE ALBUMS ????

i was born in 1989

new romantics - idk why but this song is soooooo addicting. the way the music sounds should feel annoying to me but it just feels really nostalgic and fun instead (which is kinda how i feel about the whole album).

wonderland - i’m totally biased bc when i heard the lyric about the green eyes i immediately thought of wolflet…

style - love the screambility. love the very unsubtle reference to harry. love the lyric good girl faith and a tight little skirt.

blank space - boyssssss only want love if it’s torture… dontttt say i didn’t SAY I DIDNT WARN YAAAAAAAA (so it’s gonna be forever—)

wildest dreams - i don’t think there’s anything specific i like about this song, but i remember only liking this one on my first 1989 listen.

shake it off - this song is. lowkey pretty good. my anthem in third grade.

i know places - do not like the intro but i do like her riff on hiiiIIIiIiiIiide.

bad blood - will forever associate this song with that concert moment. ykwim

out of the woods - archer vibes. makes me anxious.

clean - iconic but i don’t get how this is some people’s favorite ts song.

i wish you would - it’s. fine

welcome to new york - not my favorite but not bad for an album opener.

this love - the whiplash i get from hearing this song right before i know places??

all you had to do was stay - nope. sorry. i don’t like the high-pitched stay. why is her voice up there.

you are in love - not my jam tbh but it has fairy godmother talking to cinderella vibes.

how you get the girl - F TIER. BOTTOM OF THE LIST. THE LOVE INTEREST IS TOXIC.

you’re my lover

lover - i kinda want to tie it with cruel summer but imo it’s a little better. i love the dreaminess and simplicity and the BRIDGE is just chefs kiss (even though my heart breaks a little whenever i listen to it after seeing a clip of her performing it live after the breakup).

cruel summer - clenches fist with the fact that i will never be able to scream the bridge at an eras concert

the man - WHATS IT LIKE TO BRAG ABOUT RAKING IN DOLLARS AND GETTING BITCHES AND MODELS

london boy - as an immigrant this song to me is about like. finding your home in someone else’s culture. and also kinda exploring your own? idk i am so projecting but this song makes me think of that so that’s why it’s higher up than it should be.

the archer - the BUILDUPPP GIRLY WHERE ARE YOU GOING

death by a thousand cuts - even though it’s a breakup song it still sounds very lovey dovey for some reason?? whatever love the bridge (i keep saying that—).

cornelia street - STOP YOURE LOSING ME

paper rings - AND I WOULDNT MARRY ME EITHER

miss americana and the heartbreak prince - very sweet but i have yet to watch the documentary

afterglow - sorry for ranking this so low but like. is it really that good

false god - i don’t listen to this song very much but the religious imageryyyy.

i think he knows - very sweet but sounds too similar to cornelia street imo so it didn’t really stand out to me. 

you need to calm down - it’s giving supportive white mom at pride.

it’s nice to have a friend - so cute but i wish they actually. stayed friends

daylight - how can i listen to this song normally anymore?

i forgot that you existed - i mostly listen to this song for nostalgias sake but other than that it’s. pretty mid

ME! - despite its low ranking it’s really not as bad as people make it out to be, it’s just that the rest of the songs are too good.

soon you’ll get better - i feel so bad for putting this song at the bottom but. it’s just okay

meet me at midnights

paris - I WANNA BRAINWASH YOU INTO LOVING ME FOREVER

would’ve could’ve should’ve - rips john mayer into pieces

the great war - insert bloody stick man meme

you’re on your own, kid - gut wrenching.

maroon - DO NOT. expect me to listen to what is basically an aged job red and act normally

anti-hero - this song is so funny like wtf 😭

dear reader - this song makes me feel like she’s my mom

question…? - once again in love with the bridge.

sweet nothing - oh, domestic love. oh, humming in the kitchen.

snow on the beach - I LOVE THE MORE LANA DEL RAY VERSION (also on my first listen of this album i remember not liking any of the songs except for this one lmao).

karma - THIS SONG IS ALSO SO FUNNY BUT I LOVE IT. karma is a cat ??? my mom hates this one though.

bejeweled - KNOW YOUR WORTH!! this music video is one of my faves.

high infidelity - taylor is writing too many songs about cheating. they’re all blurring together

vigilante shit - this song is lowkey hilarious like. girly thought she did something

lavender haze - good opener and it sounds cool on a record player.

mastermind - cinder vibes!

midnight rain - yk i never knew that some people thought it was about lautner? that would make sense actually. anyway this song is good but really mid as a title(?) track

bigger than the whole sky - not the best 3 am track

glitch - this is just okay??

labyrinth - sorry ellie i know this was your number one but 🥲

#ellie. THREE ALBUMS. WTF #ANCKANCNSMCKSOCKSKXJJSJD #ellie tag #ts ranking

[plushiehamuko]

HERE IS MY UP-TO-DATE P5R CHARACTER RANKING bc i think it will be funny if i post this now and then come back when i am later in the game and see that my opinions were severely bad and wrong. also i am doing phantom thieves only (but know shiho would be second if she were in the ranking)

(DISCLAIMER: you cannot get mad at me for my opinion on people who have not showed up yet okay. i have been avoiding spoilers and i know nothing about them so i just know what has happened IN THE GAME SO FAR. also very long post i went off about some people sorry about that)

1. ANN TAKAMAKI - MY GIRL OF ALL TIME. what can i say, i love myself a silly blonde girl. i think my favorite thing about ann is how she’s portrayed as both strong and emotional - she is consistently shown to be resilient, capable, and tough, but she also deals with her emotions in the same way that a teenage girl in her position would. it makes me happy to see that bc not a lot of characters get that right and i hate seeing emotional girls always being the pathetic ones. also i know she’s not canonically sapphic but she does feel very deliberately sapphic to me if that makes sense. having it be canon would be nice, but in a way, the fact that her and shiho have a very sapphic relationship without it being called that reflects what being young and confused about sexuality is like. it’s very common among teenage lesbians, and i know it probably wasn’t the devs’ intention to accurately portray sexuality confusion, but they did a good job of it on accident regardless. anyways i love and adore ann i am hugging her hugging her hugging her and pressing her lips to shiho's as if they're barbies

2. haru okumura - OKAY LOOK. LOOK. i know she hasn't shown up... i know she hasn't said anything besides that one time i saw her in the hallway and she talked about plants to a random teacher for 10 seconds... I KNOW BUT BUT SHE'S SO SKRUNKLY LOOK AT HER. she is so soft looking so silly looking i want to hug her so much. i am reserving this second place spot for her, if it turns out i don't like her as much as i thought then that's fine but nobody knows Girl Of All Time Vibes better than me and she has them

3. yusuke kitagawa - YUSUKE MY BEST FRIEND YUSUKE. I LOVE AND ADORE HIM SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH... i honestly didn't expect to like yusuke when he first showed up but as soon as he spoke i was like. oh. Oh This Guy. LIKE HE'S SO SILLY he makes me giggle with how he's just so like. WEIRD. but i genuinely don't see how people find him creepy - the fact that he doesn't have any harmful intentions is very clear and he's just a guy who fumbles every social interaction he's ever in and i want to be his best friend for it I LOVE HIM.

4. ryuji sakamoto - I LOVE RYUJI HE'S SUCH A GUY TO ME i love him being best friends with ann and i love his stupid comments he is so funny fr

5. morgana - EVERYONE'S SO MEAN TO MY SILLY KITTY GUY... usually mascot characters like him are super annoying but i fuckin LOVE morgana he's so funny and adorable. i wanna cuddle him THE KITTY EVER

6. kasumi yoshizawa - she's really cute and sweet! the fact that i don't have anything besides that to say about her is why she isn't higher on the list lol

7. akira kurusu - he's a Guy. i like him as a protag, he has dialogue options that don't make me wanna rip my hair out and he had the emotional intelligence to comfort ann without making me want to be like "YOU'RE FUMBLING THIS FR SHUT UP STOP TALKING LET ME TALK TO HER" so i like him. however he's just a guy that exists to me

8. futaba sakura - she's cute! but being a woman in stem is like. every girl i know irl is Like That so she doesn't feel very blorbo to me when she's just An Average Girl In My Comp Sci Class, yk? i might be more interested in her when i actually come across her tho

9. goro akechi - i don't care about him at all i want what he has tho (knows sae niijima personally)

10. makoto niijima - SORRY SORRYSORRYSORRY SORRY. i know this is anti-feminist of me and considering she's so well-liked i am sure i will change my mind on this based on later stuff in the game. but MAN. her attitude is absolutely rancid in the pre-second palace scenes........ LIKE i'm not even mad at her for selling out the phantom thieves bc i get that she's been blackmailed but she said something to akira about how she "didn't know if ann being a victim of kamoshida was all there was to it" naming ANN SPECIFICALLY and not akira or ryuji and like. GIRL WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING THERE WHY ARE YOU SINGLING OUT ANN i do not like the implications there they're Yucky!!! you can do what you have to do without being nasty to ann and mean Okay Thanks.

#squishy talks too much #squishy plays p5r #i don't have super obvious favorites wdym #anyways i will come back to this when i get much further and change some of these opinions #sorry again about makoto i'm so sorry i want to like her i am keeping an open mind for her to change

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. Am I just dumb or do the lo fans who insist we "see" how powerful Persephone is are actually lying? Because sure we'vr see big trees and once or twice seen "wild" vegetation, but have we ever actually SEEN her use her powers? and no the AOW doesn't count since that wasn't her actually doing it willingly (such a dumb retcon). IDK it seems like we've seen more instances of  Hades using their powers all the time yet we've never actually seen the supposed "chosen one" Persephone once use her own.

2. It's so frustrating how there's no reflection on Rachel nor the fandom's part for how Eros is depicted. When he's around Persephone he starts acting more "feminine" and even gets design-wise to look more "feminine" with his posing, eyelashes, beauty marks, and slimed down with more androgynous clothes, but as soon as he's with Psyche he's depicted as much taller, muscular, and in darker more "manly" outfits with chiseled features. I don't even think it's intentional, but it's very hmm induing.

3. At the begging of LO RS made it seem like Persephone didn’t have many friends or that her friends were kinda just spies for Demeter so she kept them at arms length, where we’d see that Artemis is suppose to be her first “real friend” and I guess Eros too? But no this whole time she had dead flower nymphs that didn’t get named almost 200 episodes in; and after mentioning said dead flower Nymphs Persephone wants to watch Hades’ first meeting with herself where she was naked/he was drunk so they can have a laugh. 

4. NGL I want RS to cover the Trojan War bc I want to see what absolutely stupid ideas she'd put into it but also I just know she'd make Helen hashtag Empowered™️ by wanting Paris and being complacent in the deaths of thousands and be weirdly anti Menelaus who is clearly the bad guy here but also she'd make sure Helen's "beauty" is in comparing her to Persephone because of course you can't have anyone be hotter than her. I can see it vividly and it's horrendous.

5. I mean idk making LO be 100 give or take episodes would have probably been for the better. Im not saying it couldnt be a bit longer than that, but she's basically restarted the whole story 200+ episodes in, so there's really no excuse to claim she HAD to have all these episodes when other popular webtoons got their stories done in a good way without such an excessive amount. IMHO A short but strong story is so much better than a dragged out, weak story like LO has turned into.

6. TBH I'm surprised LO hasn't done a "cancellation' plotline yet. I can see it now, Hades ranting the media is trying to ruin Persephone's reputation and trying to take away all her prospects and shaming her for the harmless crime of mass murder. Probably throw in some "it is misogyny to critique her" for good measure and with zero reflection as he's in his massive mansion as he gets rich off ongoing slave labor. I feel like just off her handling of Thanatos we'll get it eventually.

7. I was going to say why is there never any gay renderings of HxP only to remember than one MLM comic on Canvas that just rips off LO down exact plot points and the only major WLW version i've seen was a book so hyper violent towards Persephone (with female Hades?? loving to abuse her??) and hateful of Demeter it actually made me sick to my stomach. Anyway outlaw HxP retellings i've had ENOUGH 🗣

8. the fans claiming "rachel is giving persephone a CHOICE" which like for one, who says she has the authority? but even then she's still, you know, a fictional character, she doesnt have agency by the mere fact she's fiction, so at the very least it has to be written into her character to make choices within the narrative, but rachel doesnt even do that? stuff just HAPPENS to persephone and she doesnt react, she's just yanked along. rachel doesnt even write her to make choices, she just exists.

9. its funny rachel claims LO is some empowering feminist story when its like, even barring the clear fact its NOT, the "feminism" is basically the "more 👏🏽 female 👏🏽 CEOS 👏🏽"logic of not actually fixing old power structures and creating equality. the system doesnt need to change, it just needs to be more accessible, which doesnt actually fix anything. making persephone be another CEO doesnt make it suddenly feminist, she's just now profiting from an unfair system like the men already do.

10. People are calling Hades "Persephone's husband" 🤡 yes we all know how it will end but at this point he is merely a guy she knew for 3 weeks 10 years ago. Calling him husband is ridiculous.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[tutuandscoot]

Hellooooo love, haven't heard from you in a few days, how are you? How is recovery life treating you? ❤️‍🩹 Which vm hug did help you most with feeling better? 😁

Helloooo right back to you lovely

Again thank you so much guys for checking in it means the world 💙

Sorry I’m a few days late on answering this but I’m finally doing it now.

So last Friday I had my second surgery. They came and woke me up at 6am. I had a pretty good nights sleep and probably the least amount of pain I’d had so far. I had to wait in my room in a dodgy hospital gown for about an hour which was super awkward but eventually they came and got me ready. I met the anaesthetist (it was a different one to the first time) and they took me to the waiting bay in the op theatre. The nurses that came to see me (anaesthetist nurses) both times were so lovely. The first surgery I was really nervous and I think they could tell so were super comforting but for this second surgery I wasn’t nervous at all. I was making conversation with everyone which is weird for me coz I tend to be very quiet around new people (I’m a bit anti social). I heard them keep saying that the surgeon wasn’t ready or there yet.. I made some joke to one of the anaesthetic nurses ‘so who wants to have a go with the knife if he doesn’t turn up’.. they thought that was funny. They asked if I wanted to go into the op theatre even tho they weren’t gonna start right away and I said yeh that was fine- they said some people can freak out being awake and alert on the table with everything going on- but since I had just been there a week ago I actually thought it would be cool so see everything going on while still pretty conscious (I may be a freak who knows)..

There weren’t any complications with this second surgery. It took about 5 hours- most of it I was on my side then they flipped me on my tummy to do an anchor screw. So I have 2x 5cm diagonal stitches on my left side. There is a strong tether rope screwed into my L1 and L4 vertebrae that is pulling my curve upright.

(The two white tapes are where the scars are and there is an anchor screw at the base of my spine)

I woke up in recovery this time and just remember feeling super positive. Then they took me to icu and when my mum came in I shouted out “WASSUP” (I was very high) the next few hours I was apparently talking about random af things, I was super fascinated with the nurse bell which was like a light up squishy orb button. Mum said I baciaclly just spoke in one sentence for 3 hours straight. The head of ICU at one point was handing off to my nurse for the night and he said “this is April. She’s very high and very happy” 🤣🫣 I swear I wasn’t that high and I knew what was going on but… idk.. I think my mum took footage of it. Eventually I crashed and my mum left for the night and I just remember repeating ‘I love you mummy’ about 20 times till she finally left 🤦‍♀️

That was the fun bit but in the middle of the night I woke up and was certain I was having a seizure. I had this horrible pain in my rib and it soon started spasming and causing the whole left side of my body to contract and seizure. The nurses kept saying to get me heat packs but I said it feels like I was being electrocuted. There was all these wire sensors stuck to me and there was one right where the pain was starting so I kept trying to rip it off. This lasted like 10 mins straight and I swear I thought my heart was gonna stop beating. I had like 10 people all around me, they went and got the doctor and then a portable X-ray machine. I think maybe they just thought I had woken up after not pressing my morphine button in a while, so anyway I think they injected me with a sedative drug coz eventually I calmed down once they brought in the X-ray machine. After that I just cried and cried. It was really scary and I didn’t know what was happening. Eventually I either fell asleep myself or the drug they gave me put me to sleep.

In the morning i asked what had happened and honestly I don’t think I ever got an answer. It obviously wasn’t anything serious tho. I’m gonna ask the surgeon when I see him for a follow up next week tho because there’s no way that was just ‘nothing’. The day was hard as are most post op days- Off the anaesthetic and having to press the button every 5 mins to keep the pain manageable. This day I had my favourite nurse. She was so lovely and stayed with me a lot of the day coz I was still so rattled by the previous nights episode. I think it made me so scared because of the complications with the first surgery, they said the second went well but then this happened.

I had a nap and when I woke up I was in so much pain I started panicing again. It was just that I hadn’t pressed the button in a while so my nurse came and coached me through breathing and managing the pain till I could administer more again. This surgery was far less invasive than the fusion surgery but caused a lot of pain in a different way. I was very swollen and bloated around my left side so I couldn’t sleep on that side and I also had a lot of stitch kind of pain. At some point this day I managed to go for a walk with the frame tho which they were very impressed with- less that 24 hours post op to be walking.

I think they were discussing whether to take me to the ward or not but I said that if I got a say in the matter I’d rather stay in icu given the incident the night before. I ended up staying in icu but hardly slept at all that night.

The next day I was walking on my own. Showered then later they moved me to the ward.

One of the effects of this surgery (part of which the surgeon warned me about) was pain in my left leg. But I was also getting a lot of pain in both my quads and hip flexors. Being an ex dancer, I’m very aware of my body and the cause and effects of muscles. They were hurting really badly I think because I couldn’t use any of my abs or back muscles to move around- especially sitting and standing. I had to constantly have heat packs on my hips just to take my mind off it coz the pain in that area was almost worse than my back.

That night in the ward was maybe my worst night of this whole thing. I was just in so much pain, I got maybe half an hour sleep. I was constantly ringing my buzzer for more drugs and hotter heat packs. One time at about 3 am I just burst into tears and said I wanted to rip my legs off coz off the nerve pain radiating down, i could also start to feel all the metal in my back.. it was just the worst night of my life (yes maybe worse than the seizure coz at least I slept after that).

Monday was just a really shit day. I didn’t move in bed at all, hardly ate. The physio came in at one point to see if I wanted to go for a walk and tell me I was doing great and I just didn’t even respond coz I clearly was not doing great. They came to get me for an x ray- they didn’t even bother asking if I want to go down in a wheelchair coz I looked so ill. They took me down in the bed and I think I was semi unconscious the whole time, except for the X-ray I jumped up to get it over and done with then got back in the bed and zoned out while they took me back up. That day was so bad that at one point mum asked if I wanted to just sit in the wheel chair and go to the cafe to get out of my room and we got to the elevators and I said nope I want to go back.

They (the nurses) in general had been super onto me about using my bowels coz I hadn’t in a while and I knew they wouldn’t let me out of hospital until that was sorted so Monday night I finally got that out of the way and once I didn’t have to worry about that I think in general I started to feel heaps better about everything.

Tuesday i started feeling a lot better. I got my new X-rays:

It doesn’t show up on the X-ray but there is a thick tether rope between those peg- shaped screws down the bottom on the right (left side of my back- this is taken from the front). That pulled my bottom curve from about 90 degrees to maybe 35 (I don’t know the exact degree). So while my spine is definitely not straight, it is a HUGE improvement compared to what I use to have.

My nurses on tuesday said I might be able to get out of hospital in the next day or two which made me so excited coz it had been nearly 2 weeks, 2 surgeries, some big complications but I was so ready to get out. Tuesday was in comparison to the others a great day. I walked a lot and faster and easier than I had before, I did stairs and even got down into all my splits!!

(Pls excuse my bed hair and my chipmunk voice 🫠).

I asked the doctor about a release date and he said let’s aim for Thursday, so that just made me even more eager to improve so I could get out Wednesday.

I eventually crashed and had to get into bed at about 3 but I was still feeling good and was managing pain a lot better.

That night I slept so well! In a few 3 and 4 hour blocks and slept till 9 am! The nurse actually had to wake me up. I asked again about discharge and they said all my ops were looking good so as long as the doctor clears me I could go. He came in at about 10 and said I was free to go!!!!!

My mum had booked an air bnb across the street so she had been staying there and it was nice I had a big bed and, just homier sort of place to go to rather than a hotel. When I got back I had some lunch but then went and had a nap coz just packing up my hospital room was very exhausting. I had such a deep sleep when I woke up I randomly started crying. It was just very emotional and learning now how to walk and get around a sort of house was alot.

Thursday was a really good day- hardly any pain, sat up all morning watching tv, then went for a walk down the street. I have a walking stick just to help with balance but its also good just as kind of a signal to others that I’m a bit fragile at the moment- coz u wouldn’t know just looking at me.

Friday I spent most of the day in bed but was still feeling good.

Today (Saturday) we had to change accommodation, we’re now in a hotel for a week until (hopefully) the surgeon gives me the all good to fly next Saturday.

As for VM hugs…

So these ones have been my go-to help me breathe and stay calm (for this surgery they had to deflate my lungs so breathing exercises have been part of my rehab) but of course they also bring me a lot of happiness:

#thank you all for being so kind and checking in on me #I will be getting back to the regular posting now #lots of fun post series planned for when I get home #vm hugs have healing powers #I think that’s why I’ve recovered so quickly 🥹

[lazaruspitreborn]

Dick's more talented. Tim's more intelligent. You add nothing to Batman's legacy. You're a stain on his work, tarnishing all you touch. You were better off dead. You know this. They're all just waiting you to slip back into that grave.

Jason listened and tried to ignore, but the words, wherever they came from, echoed that dark and cold part of him, each heavier, more distorted, the pitch eerily similar to the clown. His failure. His biggest mistake. He knew it all to be true, Dick had the natural talent for acrobatics, Jason had to fight for it, learned from the ground up; Tim was naturally inclined to problem solving and investigative thinking, Jason had to rewire his whole brain in order to be able to function under that mindset.

The ruthless and reckless Robin. Not even the Gothamites liked him much when he came after Dick's witty version of Batman's sidekick. He was just a scrawny kid who got into the role giving all of himself and seeking just a little bit of love in return.

No one wants you here.

You're better off dead.

Red Hood was just a cope out. Everyone expected his fall from grace, for him to go back down his path on the anti-hero side of things, guns blazing and taking lives without thinking much of it.

Jason Todd was but the memory of a ghost. A cautionary tale.

Breathing became harder as green took over his sight and energy enveloped his body, tightness made him feel as if an invisible hand kept his heart in a death grip as his mind spiralled. Soon enough Jason felt the taste of blood over his tongue and pain could feel his throat sizzling as his voice disappeared completely, the wet and hot feeling of blood dripping from his facial scar had his eyes glow brighter as they opened wider and one of his hands covered the skin that re-opened; and for his dismay, the hand that covered the area was just as bloodied as the wound that bled on the side of his skull, with skin that nearly went gone to leave only muscles on display, burned and destroyed.

His body was breaking all over again.

Better dead.

Panic finally settled in.

The world became dark, cold and damp around Jason and a sickening laughter echoed around him.

He needed to escape.

Anywhere. Anywhere would do but there. Far from him.

His legs felt like stones when Jason tried to force himself back to his quarters, and yet, in his desperation, he forced them to function and get him to the base of the stairs, before his attempt of going down had him missing the step, falling and sliding down with no grace or care for hiding that it happened.

Far.

Get out.

Escape.

Jason nearly crawled on his bloody hand, ripped jeans and scrapped knees to get to his door and blindly fumbled with the doorknob until it opened and he dropped with his whole weight in the room, wriggling until he could kick the door close behind him and pushed himself up to sit with his back against the heavy wood to put some weight and block it from being opened again.

Too exhausted to seek another more effective way of keeping his quarters from the outside world, Jason remained there, feeling his body fall apart and be stitched together again and again by the effects eternally embeded in his body by the Lazarus Pit. Listening to the laughter and screams and his feelings of uncertainty.

It's okay. Everything is fine.

He countered the voices and distorted perception of reality imposed to him by those words. He was fine. Things were getting better. He had help. He was learning to be himself again. The Clown was missing. Gotham needed Red Hood, he couldn't let this sort of thing get to him.

A whimper escaped his damaged throat and tears rolled down his cheeks as the pain grew and he fought to control his body again.

#tw: torture #tw: blood #tw: death

[kdipshit]

Well I Got The Thing I Needed, I Guess…

I have to learn to do everything my own way, as doing something with someone else’s perspective is just not possible. I have to be difficult all the time huh…

My body stays the same even tho it feels like my brain switches. Perspectives change. Beliefs. Realisations. Like the person I was 1 hour ago was dark and gloomy and quick to anger. irritated. But BPD irritation. I wanted to turn into a tornado and rip thru my entire house taking everyone up in it. Lol. Jk. But fr… and the person I am now is nothing like that. I don’t even think that way at all, why would I even want to it sounds like a war zone over there. Lets remember the parts of ourselves that occupy the body when the body is feeling so dark. She’s still us. Thats still me. Lol how do I say that? Im still me. Thats better. Im so sick of these walls in my brain keeping me from the other sides of myself, I can’t stay in the dark space for very long without scratching my way out. And its painful. Am I supposed to stay in that feeling until it passes? Coz sometimes it feels like it doesn’t fucking end, so I grab my bong and then I’m better. But weed is limited. Sometimes I think ill be better if I was just on the right meds. Im still very upset about my psych trip. And it makes me feel so discouraged to even continue trying…. But. I will keep trying. As long as I have weed to lean on, I’m straight as. But I’m not ignoring the darkness by trying to feel better. I can look at it in another perspective. I gotta do better. I gotta do better. The bruised knuckles do give me character tho. I should message A more quickly next time, she really did an amazing job at switching my perspective, its like she knows exactly how to talk to me. Im so grateful.

+ the weed makes me write better. Its easier to write down the thoughts… I found myself sounding like my hippie ass aunty telling my little sister that thoughts become things lol. Its such a shame that I’m actually crazy because no one really believes me lol. thoughts do become things tho, she was right, I just didn’t see the bigger picture, and I guess no one ever really will until they can for themselves. THANK YOU FOR PAIN. You give your shadow self love by learning how to thank the pain, and the hard journey, and the sleepless nights and teary eyes. Learning better methods, keeping yourself out of thought loops by treating every single day as brand new. Realising no ones got a problem with me lol. Im not a problematic person.

anyways…. Whats been going on wed chyall? Lol imagine all that trauma dumping and then I sip my tea. Your turn aunty. I’m always trine rush finish something because the act of doing something for too long freaks me out. Thats gotta be that ADHD hoe, which will be fixed if I fkn get my right meds bro wtf!!! D: like so much of my problems would be fixed if I just had the fun goddamn meds Jesus FUCK. Is it that hard around here? They think imma pill popper bro won’t even give me valium anymore, dogs. No fkn wonder why I’m smoking like smokey mother fucker, my shits al the way fucked up my boy. Give me the fucking pills lmaoooo. And up them anti-psychotics while your at it lmaoooo.

Does anyone else have conversations with other people in your head? Thats a normal thing right? Well the convos in my head are too quick to for me to write down, but they be having me fucked up on some different shit. I just did it, I just stopped a bad thought for manifesting bigger and replaced it with a better one AS SOON as it appeared. Sometimes I’m not quick enough and it catches me instead. I sat with myself today, I don’t even remember what I wrote in the ideation one. But I remember what mindset I was in, I’m curious to see how honest with myself I was. I can be honest with myself right now and day I don’t think I did good enough. There were times where I was thinking I really don’t wanna do this anymore. I forgot what I needed to remember, which was to redirect all go those feelings into positive ones, I know these things, but at some point, every emotion on peak feels the same, so I was historically crying on the way home, recklessly, because I forgot to remind myself, to switch the thought, look at everything else thats good, and setback or something super annoying happening is because your energy is needed elsewhere!! Butterfly effect, nothing in the end is bad. Its just a redirection, stop being so controlling, and let it be, let it flow, while you only control yourself, your reactions and your thoughts. Thoughts determine emotions, and emotions are my kryptonite.

The problem is my thought patter, and how it recycles the same 10-30 sentences over and over again. Some fkn crazy delulu, some that genuinely make sense cuz, and then the same normal other shit, right???? lol. Idk what I’m saying anymore but sometimes I ramble write (all the time) and I read it back and its dope as fuck and I actually make sense.

My poor knuckles are busted all because I knocked and no one answered. Well nah fuck, it was that, and then it was the non answered door last week too, its the non answered phone calls its the non answered emails like broooo. Should not be this hard to see a psychiatrist in my city I swear to god. Without weed I’m completely self destructive, I need to build my strength on my other positive coping mechanisms because typing really hurts. And I love to write. Self destructive me is very overwhelmed and unsure how to untangle everything so everything comes out as a big fat cry.

#blogging #new blog #mental health #actually bipolar #actually borderline #mental instability #actually bpd #original post #original writing

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Dating is still only about love

Summary: Based on the prompt received in AO3 "Reader is a lot like Bucky. Bucky saves Reader, and recruits him to the Avengers team. Reader and Wanda begin to develop a relationship, but it is shy and awkward because Reader is from 1940."  ///////////// Read on AO3 too

Words:  3.914k (one) //  

Warnings: 13+ Fluff and a bit of language, mentions of torture.

Notes: I think this turned out to be more about the 1940 reader in love than anything else, but I hope you enjoy it.

Part II (Special Smut request)

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You are dancing to Glenn Miller in a bar in Brooklyn. Your parents would kill you if they saw you now, spinning in the arms of a stranger. But you laugh, and move your body to the music. 

And then you see Bucky and Steve, entering the place, and you let go of your partner and run to hug them.

- Hi, boys! - You greet them with a smile that they respond to.

- Someone is cheerful. - Bucky jokes looking at your slightly alcoholic state. 

You fake a serious expression. 

- Are you implying that your superior is drunk, Sergeant Barnes?

Bucky laughs at your imitation of an authoritative voice, and you turn to Steve, who looks mildly annoyed. 

- Hey, Rogers. Why the long face? - you ask, and he shrugs. You can tell by Bucky's expression. He had been rejected from the army again, and you let out a sigh and decide to cheer him up. - Come on, Steve! Let's dance!

You pull him by the hand before he can refuse. And eventually, he laughs. Bucky joins you next, and the three of you spin around the room, your steps out of sync as you laugh.

/-/

You try to move but there is something holding you to the surface where you are lying. And then you try to scream for help, but there is something in your mouth that prevents you from doing so. 

You widen your eyes with surprise when a man dressed in white appears in your field of vision, and he fits something cold to your head.

You grumble against the tightness in your mouth, but he just gives you a mocking smile.

- Vital signs? - He speaks in German. You close your eyes tightly when a light goes on in front of you.

- Stable. - Says a second voice in the room that you don't know where it comes from.

- Good. You can apply now.

And then you feel your veins burn, and you scream, but your scream is muffled by the object in your mouth. The pain chokes you until you can't see anything anymore.

/-/

Someone is pulling you. You blink to regain consciousness, but it takes a long time. You are tired, but there is a feeling that is in your body that you don't know.

- Hey, Y/N. - You hear someone calling, and then you take a breath trying to remember. - Can you hear me? Can you walk?

- Bucky... - You grumble and accept the arm he offers you to get up. - Where the...?

- We don't have time, we need to get out of here.

And then you are running out of the compound where you were being held prisoner. Bucky is wearing the same clothes as you. And then you see Steve, but he looks nothing like the Steve you knew. This Steve is tall, and muscular, but still has the same gentle look as your friend. But you don't have time to ask.

-/-/ 

You haven't rested for a long time. But that's okay, you want to help your country win the war. You want to help Steve, and you believe in him. And so you and Bucky jump on a train for him.

- Watch out! - You warn your friends, and they just shrug as they smile.

And things go well for about five minutes, and then one of the Hydra soldiers has a gun pointed at Bucky, and the next second you are jumping on the man. 

When Bucky goes to help you, a second man appears. A grenade explodes ripping out half the compartment and you hear a whistle in your ear. You manage to knock out the man who pinned you down, but then someone kicks you in the back out of the train. You grab the metal bar, and when Bucky is thrown out, you hold him fast. 

You see Steve run up to you two, his hand outstretched in the air to reach you. And then the iron breaks and you both fall.

-/-/

You wake up in a jolt, in a cold sweat. And there are chains on your wrists. You let out an angry grunt.

No one tells you who these men who test you are. And every time you scream or try to free yourself, they inject something that makes you lethargic, and vulnerable. And then they electrocute your mind, and you forget any flash of memory that might appear.

As long as you don't remember who you are, you accept every command they give you.

-/-/

You use a pillar of the building next to you to protect yourself from gunfire. You are starting to get annoyed. 

Your mission is to eliminate the Winter Soldier, or divergent soldier, as your leader has begun to call him.

But he is being particularly difficult to eliminate, especially since there is a man with a shield and a woman with a machine gun protecting him. 

And then you use bombs, and disarm them. The men who came with you keep them busy while you run towards your target, and throw him to the ground with a blow to his ribs.

You arm your knife, but he gets up quickly, fending off every attack as skillfully as you do.

And then he hits you in the face, and your mask falls off. You have a gun pointed at his face next, but the completely shocked look on his face makes you hesitate.

- Y/N? 

- I don't... - You find yourself talking, but then there is a second explosion that distracts you, and then the man disarms you.

You strike back, knocking him to the ground. But you run away, and on your way back to the Hydra establishments, you say that you have lost sight of him.

-/-/

You are being punished. Again. You've been failing a lot in your tests, and you've been unstable for weeks. You don't want to obey any of those people, you want to go back to the man on the road who knew you and ask him about your life.

And then there are shocks in your head, but you don't forget. And then they throw you into a cell, saying that the madness from hunger will take away any memory from you.

But then there are loud noises that you think are coming from bombs. And then the man in the road is in front of your cell, and he rips the door off with a metal arm, and reaches out to help you up.

-/-/

It takes time to get your memories back. But it happens. And you cry a lot when you remember everything.

You remember your hometown, your parents, your pet dog. You remember jogging down the street from your house, and playing ball with the kids. You remember punching a boy in the face because he pushed Steve Rogers off a swing. You remember delivering a frog you found on the sidewalk into Bucky Barnes' hand. You remember finding Bucky and Steve kissing in the alley behind your house and remember promising to keep it a secret when they cry. 

You remember entering the US Army before Bucky. You remember the training, and the battles, and most of all the war. And then you feel your heart fill with warmth and longing when you remember the dances. So many parties where you went jazz dancing, most of them with Bucky and Steve.

You lose your breath when you remember Hydra. When you remember the experiments, and the murders. But Bucky holds your hand, and assures you that you are the same girl who danced with your two best friends at the prom even when the most handsome young man in high school asked for a dance, and assures you that you are not what Hydra wanted you to become. You repeat the same words to him, and you hold each other for a while.

-/-/

Bucky wants you to join the Avengers. He has been a member for a few months, and then he rescued you, and he doesn't want you to just hang around like him. He wants to help you, and he wants you to have a home.

When you nod in agreement, he hugs you.

-/-/

- Here is your room. - Said Bucky as he led you down a long hallway in the Avengers compound. He held your bag, even though you said there was no need for it.

You entered the space, and you let out an impressed hiss. It was definitely better than the motels and well, any place you had actually been sleeping in all these years.

- When you're ready, come meet the rest of the team. - He said as he left his suitcase on the bed. He flashes you a smile before leaving.

You look around, still impressed. It would be strange to call this place a home, but you were willing to give it a try. Besides this, your best friends were here. There was nothing to be scared of.

-/-/

You were wrong. 

Everything was perfectly under control, you smiled and waved politely to all the Avengers, and even laughed at Tony Stark's jokes. And then you met Wanda Maximoff, leaving training and arriving late for your introduction to the team and looking absolutely stunning.

- Hi, sorry I'm late everybody. - She said as she entered the room. And then her gaze fell on you, and she gave an embarrassed smile as she held out her hand. - I'm Wanda, I think we're going to be door-mates.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you just smiled awkwardly, shaking Wanda's hand, and hoping that she didn't think you were a complete idiot. 

And then Bucky and Steve finished introducing you to the team, and everyone went back to their activities.

You let your gaze linger on Wanda, before quickly turning away, blushing. It was amazing how unlucky you were. You had barely arrived, and already you had a crush.

-/-/

Things are going well, you think. You got along with everyone on the team, you did well in practice, and you had a secret crush on Wanda. Maybe the last part wasn't so good, but you are optimistic.

You eventually realized that Wanda was quite anti-social, and didn't talk much with the other team members.

That might have made things difficult, because if she had a close friend, you could ask this friend to speak well of you.

You grumbled to yourself as you cooked your dinner. You were used to preparing your meals, and almost always the other avengers joined you. When the food started to smell, they appeared. 

- Great! Y/N food. - Tony said as soon as he entered the room, and you giggled. You were stirring the sauce when Wanda came into the kitchen. She smiled at you as she walked towards you and you tried to hide your nervousness.

- Wow, this looks tasty. - She said, looking at the contents of the pot. You smiled, handing her the spoon in your hand. She then tasted some of the sauce, and let out a satisfied groan. You tried not to stare so hard at her lips. - This is delicious.

You just nodded with flushed cheeks, and Wanda gave you a curious look before turning toward the table.

You decided that you had better do something soon or she would think you were completely crazy. 

And then that night, after dinner, you called Bucky up to your room.

- You have to help me with something! - you told him as you walked in. You slumped in your chair, tapping your feet on the floor in nervousness, and he sat down across from you.

- What was it? Did something happen? - he asked worriedly.

- I need to ask a girl out!

You look surprised. And then you laugh.

- I thought it was something bad. - He grumbles, leaning back in his chair.

- It's not bad, it's terrible! - You replied, running your hands through your hair. - I have no idea how to ask a girl out! In fact, I never knew how to ask anyone out. The boys did it in '36s.

Bucky laughs at your desperation, and you bury your face in your hands.

- Hey, calm down. - He says, straightening his posture and looking at you tenderly. - I swear dating is still as hard as it was in the 40s. 

- Was that supposed to make me feel better? - You grumble as you take your face out of his hands and look at him. Bucky laughs.

- I was going to say that, regardless of the era, dating is still about liking someone. - He replies. - It's scary, but you can do it. Why don't you try inviting her over as a friend?

You stand thoughtfully for a moment.

- I don't understand. - You say. - How does the date work between friends?

Bucky laughed again.

- It's not a date, Y/N. - he says. - It's just a hangout among friends.

You frown.

- But I like her. 

- Wow, you're difficult. - Bucky scoffs lightly. - People in this century go on unromantic walks together all the time.

- That sounds like a lie. - You retort with a smile, Bucky laughs. - And how will she know that I like her?

- You tell her. 

You let out a nervous laugh.

- Worst possible idea. - You grumble as you throw your back into your chair. - Besides, I haven't seen you date anyone since '35. I think I'll ask someone else for advice. - You mock lightly, and Bucky rolls his eyes humorously.

- I've been busy. - he says. - By the way, have you ever seen what they call dating apps? It's creepy.

You laugh and nod, and Bucky moves to reach for his cell phone. He spends the rest of the day showing you how dating works in this century, and you laugh a lot.

-/-/

You made too much hot chocolate. Maybe it was on purpose.

What is relevant is that you are walking toward Wanda's room, carrying a mug for her. 

Bucky was in the kitchen with you, and when he got some of the drink, he said that the opportunity for you to make conversation with Wanda was right in front of you.

So here you were, trying not to look so anxious as you knocked on the door.

When Wanda opened the door, she was wearing a sweatshirt and looked comfortable and very pretty. You thought you were staring, so you hurried to say:

- H-hi. I brought you some chocolate. - You say and Wanda looks surprised, but smiles.

- That's very sweet, thank you. - She says to you as she accepts the drink. You feel your cheeks heat up as your hands rub together for a brief moment.

And then a noise you knew well can be heard, and you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Wow, you like Sweet American Family? - you asked excitedly when you noticed the old sitcom you used to watch playing on the in-room television. 

Wanda raised her eyebrow slightly in surprise, and then gave you space to enter the room, and your body just followed the cue automatically, too excited about the show, without really thinking that you were walking into Wanda's room.

- Do you know it? - She replies with surprise and you laugh as you approach the television.

- Of course I do! - you reply excitedly. - I used to watch it with my parents.

Wanda takes a sip of her drink while you stare at the television.

- Watch it with me, then.

It takes a second for you to register the invitation, and your heart races, but you nod with a smile, and watch Wanda sit on her own bed, and pat the duvet for you to join her. Trying not to look like a complete mess, you follow her.

You watch in silence for a few minutes, and a joke later you are used to Wanda's presence.

- So how accurate is this show? - She asks with a smile, leaving her mug on the small table. You sigh thoughtfully.

- Well, we didn't used to eat in our rooms. - You comment, watching the scene on television, and Wanda nods looking interested. - But they got the bad food right, and the tight clothes and weird social rules.

Wanda giggles and goes back to watching. And then the episode switches to a romantic scene, two teenagers talking at school.

- Wow, that was scary. - You comment watching the boy try to invite the girl for a walk.

Wanda looks at you curiously, wanting to know more. You smile.

- The kids used to wait for us in between classes. - You tell her. - And they were very obvious about it. Usually the whole school knew that you were going on a date with someone. 

- Have you been on many dates?

You giggle.

- I didn't like the boys at my high school very much. - You confess. - But I liked to dance. And so they called me to dances, and I said yes. And then I was enlisted, and I started hanging out with the soldiers. It was fun.

- Sounds like great. - She comments with a smile. - In a way, it seems like it was easier.

You let out a surprised exclamation, laughing lightly.

- Wanda, no way! - You respond with humor. - It was horrible! Scary! And all the dates were ultra official, and people expected you to be engaged! Bucky told me that nowadays people go out as friends? That is impressive.

Wanda laughs, and leans on the bed crossing her legs and turning completely toward you.

- But people aren't as romantic as they used to be! - she smiles back. You imitate her position, while you ignore the TV show to talk. - No one seems anxious or shy about going out anymore. There are no flowers, or requests to hold your hand. People just text you to get laid.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little, but laugh at the comment. And then you have an idea.

- I would like to invite you to something. - You say, surprising Wanda suddenly. You swallow your nervousness. - A proper evening out, like the one you saw on TV.

-W-what?

- A date, Wanda. - You clarify with a blush. - But it's okay if you don't want to...

- I do. - She interrupts with a shy smile. - I'd love to go for on a date with you.

You smile, looking away. And the credits music for the episode begins to rise.

- When do you want to go? - you ask her, twiddling your fingers nervously.

- As soon as possible, I'm excited. - She says with a smile, and you let out a giggle. Then you get out of bed.

- Okay, then, Miss Maximoff. - you say with a smile. - I need time to organize this, so I'll pick you up here in your room tomorrow at seven?

- Sounds great. - Wanda agrees with a smile. 

You nod slightly before leaving the room. When you are walking down the hallway, you can't stop smiling.

-/-/

Wanda was wearing a simple, blue dress in the same 40s style when you picked her up. You choked in surprise, thinking she looked absolutely stunning. And she blushed and thanked you when you told her so.

Tony lent you one of his classic cars, and you drove to the sounds of old jazz toward the carnival that was set up in town that week. You didn't notice Wanda looking at you as you hummed the song.

The park was very busy, and they had many entertainment options, but you made sure to ask what Wanda wanted to do.

You competed in the bumper cars and laughed every time your cars hit each other. Wanda threw her head back laughing, and everything seemed to go in slow motion with the image.

And then you went on several other attractions, and then she pointed to the Ferris wheel. 

You both let out excited sighs as the cabin began to rise.

- Wow, this is amazing! - She commented excitedly, you agreed as you looked down, seeing the ground getting farther and farther away.

- The Ferris wheels were smaller. - You say, and Wanda lets out a giggle.

- Are you going to tell me you are afraid of heights now?

You laugh lightly and look at Wanda.

- If I had, and I had accepted your invitation, would I look braver? - You retort sheepishly. Wanda bites her lip thoughtfully, but still smiles.

- Why does it matter, are you trying to impress me?

You look away in surprise, and feel your cheeks heat up. Well, Bucky had told you to be honest after all.

- Only if it's working. - You retort with a slight insecurity in your voice. Wanda smiles though.

- Oh, believe me. It's working very well. - She answers finally, and then you two are on the top.

You try not to blush so much at Wanda's affirmation, and you bite back the smile on your lips. And then she asks you about the dances of your day, and you almost forget to be nervous.

And then you walked side by side off the Ferris wheel, and you took her to see the shooting games, and when you hit all the targets, she whispered that being a trained sniper should be considered cheating. You won many tickets, and you carried the big teddy bear you won for Wanda.

You take her to eat cotton candy, and you laugh as you share the flavors. And then you think you have seen all the toys and are walking back to the car, smiling.

Wanda keeps the teddy inside the back seat, but doesn't get into the vehicle. From your position, the distant light of the Ferris wheel partially illuminates the parking lot, and Wanda's green orbs catch your eye.

- Did you enjoy the evening, Wanda? - you ask her as you approach. She is leaning on the car door, and smiles at you tenderly.

- I loved it. - She confesses. - I didn't want to leave.

You chuckle shyly, looking down at your shoes.

- We can do it again. - You say. - I could take you dancing.

Wanda lets out an excited exclamation.

- Please, I'd love to. - She says, smiling. You think your heart will explode with happiness.

You are silent for a moment, and then Wanda straightens her posture, slightly shy.

- I think we missed something on our walk.

- What? - You look at her anxiously, but Wanda smiles tenderly.

- You didn't ask to hold my hand.

You let out a shy little laugh, coming closer. You stop a step away from Wanda, and hold out your hands. Wanda smiles, and raises her hands to yours. You let your hands fall together at the front of your bodies, waving them lightly as you kept they together.

- How did these walks used to end? - Wanda asks softly, you think that the closeness is preventing you from thinking correctly.

- I would lead you to your front door. - You say. - And you would decide if I deserve a kiss on the cheek.

Wanda smiles, blushing. She looks away quickly, and sighs lightly. You were going to ask if everything was okay, but her sentence makes your mind shut down.

- I want to kiss you now. - she confesses. And then she brings your faces together until your foreheads rest against each other. - Is that okay?

- Yes.

And then the distance is broken. Wanda kisses you on the mouth gently, and you sigh at the sensation. You think that maybe you shouldn't kiss like that on a first date, but your tongue asks for passage and Wanda accepts. And then you have her pressed against the car.

It feels good, and it makes your heart race, and it's the best you've felt since 1940.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxyou #wandaxreader #marvel imagines #oneshot

[dourpeep]

i have even more ideas now...

what about like the moment you open up about your relationship with kazuxiao the fans who were already seeing that happen were celebrating and on both of y'alls insta or something is where you announce and it's like a picture of all 3 of you chilling together or something

and then when they finally appear on a variety show they're just questioned throughly and they talk about how you guys meet and what they like about you

ok but the moments where you just feel sort of insecure since being an idol is hard and you're technically dating your seniors and you're just hit by the antis who are against yourself relationship so you lock yourself in your room in your dorm by yourself to cope. your roommate (can be whoever) contacts them both and they immediately come over and come in and offer soft kisses and soft murmurs of reassurance that they'll never leave you and that everything's gonna be ok.

side note i can see xiao just being a whole meme without realizing?? for like variety shows he's just known for his dead pan expression and then i can see him being so competitive on shows like running man..mans ripping tags left and right, while kazuhas just hiding in a weird spot or something

kazuha on the other hand i can see him being a troll, he likes to mess around with the hosts of the show and manages to mess up some of their plans, he also likes messing with his group members, where xiao likes to say that kazuha looks innocent but is a part of the devil line with venti

onto albedo i can see him like answering questions in his vlive and fans realize that a lot of his songs are more romantic and sort of pining?? and they're asking where the motivation is from. he answers that it's just something that he saw recently so he felt motivated (it wasn't the fact that he had realized that he was 100% in love with you)

but like all of this mans inspiration comes from you, he's had multiple songs dedicated to you before your relationship was even open to the public, and when your relationship finally does, it just clicks for fans and it suddenly makes sense, your ship name trends worldwide for the day

but how you and albedo met, i can see both of you guys being in the industry already and you guys are sort of know each other but it was for a one time off collab with other artists involved so you didn't really talk with each other. like i said before albedos a solo artist while i can see you being a part of a popular group already. but then both of your companies decided to do another collab and especially picked you two since you guys already worked on a collab before.

at first it was like awkward since albedos really socially awkward but then things click when you guys start writing the song together. everything just matches so well?? and you guys just compliment each other?? and that's when you learn of albedo just staying at the studio so late so you often bring food. this leads to you guys getting closer and albedo even stops his work just to talk to you more. when your song comes out and everyone is waiting for the stage, there's just so much tension?? but the good kinda and everyone is awed by the song and the vocals coming from you and albedo.

i can also see the both of you guys appearing on variety shows together too, like appearing on a show where you two travel to another place and experience the culture there, with albedo being your tour guide and showing you all the famous places (one of the many times where fans were awed by his research and knowledge) and then if you guys were to appear together again after you guys reveal your relationship, a lot of the times they show idols as they wake up, they'll see you and albedo being clingy af to each other.

on another side note, albedos totally a troll on variety shows, he likes messing around with the hosts and other contestants since a lot of the time he's not really interested in the show itself, it's more for publicity. however, when he first appeared on a show with you fans noticed that he actually seemed interested for once and that's where your ship name started.

albedos totally a golden child tho, he's like basically perfect in everything so a lot of the times variety shows don't catch him slipping, however the one time that he did was when you were mentioned, the clip of with his ears bright red was trending for a couple of days :)

GIVING ME SO MUCH GOOD FOOD THANK YOU ANON

I think that this covers everything hehehe so I won't add to-

wait wait I put it all under the cut b/c it's a lot again-

Okay okay but like for the 'announcement' picture, what if it's like those photo booth pics (but like each picture you need to scroll through like on Insta) where it's cute and wholesome! The three of you are having fun wearing some silly glasses or hats, doing peace signs or finger hearts....and the very last photo is the three of you sharing a kiss- or, at least trying to.

It's sweet, a little silly, and most of your fans take it really well! After all, they can see the chemistry that you share and can't deny that the three of you would have a good relationship.

As for the insecurities of dating your seniors, Kazuha and Xiao are quick to knock back any of those worries. They love you so, so much and hate the fact that something like that makes you doubt for a single second. If anyone ever tries to bring it up, you know that they're going to immediately quip back.

Naturally, you're roomed with Venven :D He's technically an up-and-coming after he stopped doing idol stuff for a few years, so not only does he know the ropes, but he's also one of your biggest fans and biggest supports (outside of Kazuha and Xiao).

Though he's silly and light-hearted, he's quick to recognize when things are serious and need handling.

So as soon as he sees that you're not doing so great or if he notices the comments on your posts are going in a bad direction, he speed dials Xiao and the two of your boyfriends are right at the door in under 15.

Not only are they fast about it, but they have all your favorite snacks, a movie or two, some popcorn, and a ton of love and affection because they'll be damned if their love is going to be affected by some asshole's comments about their love life! What do they know anyway??

Actually this all could work too if Kazuha and Xiao are part of 4NEMO-

Hmmm

That'd cause so much more ruckus- not only is half of one of the most popular idol groups are taken, but by the same person??? And each other??? Man, that's wack.

BUT THE GAMESHOWS

Xiao would most certainly be super intense with those. He just can't help it--competition drives his blood and makes something snap in him. He's dead serious about doing well, regardless of the game. I actually have never watched said game shows, but--

Like...he's out for blood. No one is safe. Not even you or Kazuha if you're on opposing teams, though he'll be a bit more gentle. Maybe even with the hint of a smile while you have an expression of utter shock at the fact that he's just so fast-

Or if it's not a game show and instead you're doing some sort of idol group activity with a few others to get to know each other?

Someone suggests ping pong and, knowing how competitive Xiao gets, he's pitted up against Tartaglia and man. That's scary. There's no doubt that someone would clip the video and make it into an overly-dramatic retelling complete with music.

Hilarious.

As for Kazuha! He'd be a bit of a mish mosh! He enjoys poking fun at others, and he's so sly! Those poor hosts don't realize that he's goading them on, but sure enough--he is. Who knew that his charming smile and mild-mannered attitude could be so devastating?

But even then, he's mostly wholesome! There's a lot of little clips, mostly of your doing, of him in a 'kiss the chef' apron getting caught off guard while cooking something up. The videos aren't great because you're giggling while recording and he ends up placing the ladle down calmly before wrapping you up in his arms. Half the video ends up being the two of you laughing and joking while it's pointed at a weird angle towards the counter.

Sometimes it'll point just right and you'll get a half-blurred view of Xiao sitting at the kitchen island with his reading glasses perched on his nose and book forgotten. He tends to get up and join in for a few smooches before reminding Kazuha of the food that's still cooking.

--

Albedo!! He absolutely is the golden child. He's fantastic handling things under pressure in a cool, calm manner. Handsome, charismatic, incredibly smart--man's hit all the stops and just keeps going.

It's not until it comes out that the two of you are together that his cool façade (hardly one, though) falters and at the mere mention of you, he'll go soft. There's a tenderness in his eyes, a small smile on his lips, and his blush? Absolutely adorable. How can anyone object when he's obviously so in love with you?

And the idea you mentioned with the two of you traveling and experiencing stuff together sounds so cute (':

He particularly enjoys exploring new cuisine, so expect him to feed you some food from his plate-

There's also a few times where you two have gotten lost in the new places, more because you're both so busy taking in the sights to realize you've taken five wrong turns- But then you make it into a whole adventure, foregoing the map and deciding to wander around. What better way to discover and learn about somewhere than getting lost and wandering?

You find quite a few hidden gems this way since otherwise you'd be hitting more popular areas!

Wait- do they really show idols waking up???

Ahh regardless, Albedo's definitely a cuddler. He loves it, can't get enough of it. It's not often that he gets a good night's rest, but with you it seems like he's fully recharged and ready for the day! It's cute too because it doesn't matter--big spoon or little spoon, you on his chest or him resting on yours. Even a few times with you facing each other with your hands intertwined.

I also agree that Albedo would mess with the game show's hosts and contestants. Not only would he, but he'd be entirely smug about it (after all, we need to have that #smugbedo going on).

No doubt, there's been times where the cameras even focus/zoom in on him where he's sitting because he's got that smirk on his face.

#anon asks #GIdol #idol xiao #idol kazuha #idol albedo #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #xiao #kazuha #albedo #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact imagines #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact idol au #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact albedo #I really love this au if you can't tell #this is like 1k words FOIEFIAHE

[blackdchliia]

May I ask for a Yelena x reader request? 😳👉👈

I was wondering if you could make one where Yelena is a really popular mafia leader that if often feared by people cuz of her bold personality, and one day while walking around in town they decides to stop by their S/O who own’s a tiny bakery🥺 The more fluff the better╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

of course i can write this! i really hope you like it! ♥️

warnings; Slight cursing, mentions of death and gunshots, blood mentioned, fluff.

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Yelena let out a quiet sigh, arms crossed as she sat in the abandoned building that was home to the most feared mafia gang known as; “The Anti-Marleyan’s.” All morning she had been surrounded by way too much blood shed and gun-shots, resulting in her having a massive headache. All she wanted to do was go home and see her lovely S/O, but, alas; You were also at work for the day.

Yelena sat sluggishly a top a broken up desk, eyes narrowed and arms crossed as she listened to one of the mafia members speaking of their latest kill for the day. It aggravated Yelena when they did this—, she saw no use in bragging about your latest kill. It was already done and over with; so, why brag about it? Letting out a quiet huff, she sat up, eyes narrowed as she glared over towards the bragger. “Hey.” She spoke out in her deep, baritone voice that always seemed to make butterflies appear in someone’s stomach. Both boys who were listening to the dude bragging, and the dude bragging looked over, eyes wide in fear and worry. “Y-Yes, Yelena?” One of the boys—, Niccolo spoke out in worry and fear, his eyebrows knitted together as the other boys Onyankopon straightened up his posture and gazed over in curiousity, head tilted.

“Shut your damn mouths for once.” Was all Yelena said before getting up, dark orbs narrowed as she glared to the group of boys. “It’s getting on my nerves and I won’t hesitate to put a bullet through both of your heads.” Yelena growled as calmly walked out of the room, leaving the men to shudder in fear. Yelena could only let out a quiet sigh as she was out of the room, gazing towards the exit of the building, she was debating whether or not to go outside and get some fresh air. She finally caved in and opened the exit door, walking out with a hum of approval at the smell of fresh air. As Yelena walked out, many others in the Mafia stared wide eyed at her in worry and shock—, she never came out until she was able to go home, so, it was terrifying the others that she was outside so early. Did someone do something wrong? Was she here to punish someone? Luckily, that wasn’t the case. Yelena could only roll her eyes at the men before leaving the gated buildings premises, going down the side walk, right into town.

As Yelena walked, she could feel others eyes on her. Yelena was well known around town to be the leader of the only— AND scariest mafia group in town, so obviously people knew who she was, and knew what she was capable of doing. She could only roll her eyes at the stares, her black leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders as she walked, milky, white button up shirt covered in a few crimson blood flakes, black pants slightly ripped from her latest mission she had went on. She could only hum quietly to herself as she continued to walk—, soon enough, the familiar smell of cookies filled her senses. They weren’t just anyone cookies though—, no, they were YOUR cookies. Yelena gazed up at the shop she was in front of, realizing she must have walked right to your cute little bakery in town. She could only smile a small smile as she gently opened the door, the little bell atop of the door rung—, signaling to you that someone had entered the shop. She gently ducked her head to avoid hitting it before walking inside with a smile on her face, gently shutting the door as she did so.

You were behind the counter, decorating some sugar cookies currently, her face covered in blue frosting and her apron covered in chocolate mix, (from your last delicacy made) and flour. “Hello, welcome to (Bakery Shop.) What can I-“ You were cut off as you gazed up, eyes widening once you saw your gorgeous, very tall girlfriend. “Yelena!” you squealed happily. You giggled almost instantly as you rushed up and over the counter, almost instantly attaching yourself to her waist, hugging her tightly as you squealed in happiness. “I didn’t know you were coming! You should’ve called! I would’ve made you those chocolate covered strawberries you like!” You huffed out, pouting up at your girlfriend as you whined. Yelena could only giggle as she wrapped her arms around you gently. “I didn’t even know i would be coming over here, my love.” She spoke softly. “My legs just carried me here while i was out on a walk.” She giggled as she leaned down, pressing her forehead to yours.

You could only smile happily in happiness as you gently leaned in and connected your lips to Yelena’s in a sweet, gentle kiss. She let out a soft, happy sigh into the kiss as she gently kissed you back softly, one big hand going up to the back of your head to pull your face closer to hers as the two of you continued to kiss. After a few moments, she pulled away and gazed down at you, letting out a happy sigh, she smiled her perfect smile. “God-, I’m so lucky to have such an adorable girl..” She whispered quietly to you. You could only blush at that, giggling as you buried your face in her shoulder. “Yelena!” You giggled out, “You’re embarrassing me..” You whined out. Yelena could only giggle a bit in response as she held your smaller form closer to her bigger one, humming quietly as she did so. She was so, very much in love with you. You were the best thing to ever happen to her life. She would always cherish these moments the two of you had, you were her one and only, and you knew that.

#yelena snk #attack on titan yelena #yelena aot #yelena #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #yelena x reader #aot yelena x reader #x reader #yelena x reader attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin manga #yelena x reader fluff #yelena supremacy

[chiwhorei]

the devil makes

pairing: benimaru shinmon x reader x joker/52

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: ~2.2k

tags: a touch of branding (he flicks his cigarette at you i just really don’t know how else to tag it), knifeplay (except it’s a playing card, only a smidge of blood), rough oral, face fucking, voyeurism, spit, anal, double penetration, degradation, spanking, belly bulge, it’s a little dubconny but not really?

a/n: my first full fire force piece woot woot! these two characters make me so fucking horny and when they shared the screen my pussy was completely inconsolable. thank you @messwriting and @10millionyearsdungeon for looking over this and always encouraging me.

hymn: wrong by MAX ft. lil uzi vert

you, and me, and the devil makes three.

“Why don’t you cut the shit and tell me what you want,” you pluck the cigarette from your caller’s lips, he presses his saccharine smile down at the edges to feign a pout.

You know better by now. Your legs hang on either side of Joker’s hips, his white dress shirt doing almost nothing to cover skin filled with a new flight of bites and bruises. The last set had just faded when you heard the tell-tale knock at your front door.

His timing is always impeccable, hat in hand and dipping under your doorway just as the wanton throbbing sizzles into a dull ache.

Deeply inhaling, nicotine breaches your throat and prickles past your lungs. You only ever smoke when he’s around. At this point, you’re not sure if it’s a necessity or a habit.

“Do I need a reason to visit my favorite girl?” His voice trails around your skin in tune with a wandering set of hands. It’s infuriating how easily your body relents to Joker’s fingerprints. You’ll feel them like scorch marks for days to come.

“I’m not your girl and I doubt I’m your favorite.” You bush off his quip, cigarette bobbing in your teeth before he pulls it from your mouth to drag. With a flick of his finger, ash falls like burning snow onto the juncture of your collarbone. You wince and fall forward into his chest.

“You’ve proven yourself the most useful, is that better?” Joker pulls you into a searing kiss, pushing tongue and smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“At least it’s more honest.” Joker laughs loudly, his head falling back against the mattress. Your pillows will smell like sage and campfire, you’ll pretend it doesn't lull you to sleep.

“I need your help to, achem, seal a deal of sorts. For the greater good of course.”

Eyes roll upwards, first with guffaw, but any argument melts with the feeling of his lips on a warpath from the angle of your jaw to the swell of your breast.

Joker promises to make it worth your while, in the ways you always seem to let him.

Against all better judgement.

* * *

“Well, Captain,” Joker presses a sharp ace against the curve of your collarbone, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake, “she’s a pretty little toy ain’t she?”

Pleasure coats your tongue, it tastes like blood and incense.

In the short time they’ve been acquainted, Benimaru has learned to be unsurprised with any impromptu meetings Joker could plan.

What Beni wasn’t expecting was your naked, flushed body on the lap of his new associate. He wants to complain about the purple eyed almost-stranger sitting in his private quarters, but any argument flounders for air as soon as you come into view.

You seem completely placid from your position against the anti-hero’s chest, awaiting further instructions with glassy eyes. Any shame you could ever muster lies in a heap of fabric six feet away. Joker always dresses you in something easy to tear off.

“You sure do make an interesting first impression, Joker.” The 7th’s captain walks forward in the dimly lit room, pushing his fingers against your hair and pulling back roughly to steal your undivided attention.

A pretty little toy indeed.

“We’re partners now, Beni,” you can feel Joker’s voice like honeyed venom from behind, every syllable drips against your shoulders, “and partners share.”

Joker flicks the playing card upward, twirling it in deft fingers. You watch his dexterity, the piece of glossy paper is pressed to your lipstick, dragging your bottom lip down slightly before pulling away. A signature painted in soft pink.

The hand on your hip, the one in your hair-- the feeling of two bodies enclosing on you like prey is overwhelming and salacious.

“Does he bring you to do all of his dirty work?” You’re spoken to for the first time, the grip in your hair lifting you from Joker’s lap.

“Only the dirtiest work suits me,” you hold your ground, voice dropping an octave to make both men shudder, “captain.”

Benimaru’s sneer is only an inch from your mouth, his proximity neering closer with every word falling past your lips. If you keep talking like this, Joker won’t want to share his toys anymore.

Pointer finger and thumb come up to cradle your chin, mouth parting with the smallest pressure. Your tongue lulls out slightly, an invitation punctuated with your eyes flitting from his stare to the deep set frown across his face.

The sound of Beni spitting hits your ears, the harsh put bounces against the bannisters. Warmth runs in an indecent trail from the tip to the fattest plane of your tongue.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart, show ‘em what else you can do with that mouth.” Joker’s palm comes down on your ass cheek hard, a breathy yelp escapes to be swallowed by the man above you.

Beni moves to perch against the desk centered in the ever-condensing room, arms folded across his broad chest. The space feels cold without the body heat you had been stuck in between, you feel exposed fully for the first time since Joker snuck you into company seven.

There’s only a beat of self-cognizance before you’re pushed to the ground by a familiar set of calloused hands. You need no further direction, knees and palms straining against the hardwood as you inch forward.

By the time you’re kneeling in front of Benimaru, his cock is in a tight fist. He pumps himself in long strokes, smearing pre with his thumb to coat the throbbing head. His length is impressive, you can feel saliva pooling in under your tongue as you watch his hand move from base to tip.

The sight almost has you forgetting your manners.

“Will you fuck my mouth, Captain Shinmon?” There’s very little restraint left available behind his icy red irises. Joker sits back in the brown leather chair, a front row seat.

You feel the familiar burn against your scalp with Beni’s searing pull. The red tip hits your mouth and you’re positive a streak of lipstick finds home against your chin.

You’ll be covered in much more before the sun comes up.

His cock is heavy as pushes past your lips inch by thick inch. The groan ripping through your throat is vibrato against the ribbed skin.

“Wow, ah, your sweet little throat was meant for cock wasn’t it?” Tears prick in your eyeline, your vision growing bleary as you swallow. A stray streak of mascara falls down the curve of your cheek before Beni swipes it away. You almost blush. Almost.

He hits the back of your throat with seemingly little effort, you sputter slightly at the burn, your jaw aching to accommodate. Just as you feel him pulling almost all of the way out, Beni slams the full length in again. His pace is brutal and unforgiving. Each thrust earning a new mess of spit and makeup to collect at the edges of your mouth.

“No need to be gentle, Beni, she’s taken a whole lot worse.” You would laugh at the sick curl of Joker’s words if you could. The implication is both irritating and worrisome.

“As much as I would love to cum in that pretty little mouth,” you gasp for air as Beni pulls you off, a thick line of slobber still connecting your bottom lip to his cock, “I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around me instead.”

You hear the sound of Joker’s heavy feet closing in from behind, his grip on the back of your neck to hoist you back up to your feet.

“Partners share, remember?” The lilt in your pursuers voice is sweet in the way sugar free gums rots your teeth. Joker will break you into pieces for the greater good.

It’s sick, absolutely disgusting, how much you crave your own destruction.

“She’s nice and ready for you, captain. Feel how dripping wet she is just from sucking your cock.” His next words suck all of the oxygen from your lungs, he replaces air with tension,

“You can take her cunt, I’m going to fuck her tight little ass.”

“Wait I--” There’s no use pleading, there’s no use in anything but quiet compliance and resolving to the fate of being stuffed completely full.

Four hands are on you, groping the fat on hips and breasts, moving against the pliant skin in tandem. You’re malleable in their hold, hoisted up in Joker’s arms. His grip is unforgiving, crescented bruises are bound to form and be visible for days to come on the inside of your thighs.

Beni captures your lips between his teeth, stealing back your attention with a growl. His kiss is searing, tongue slipping to lash against your own. The stubble grazing his strong jaw is dizzying, he whispers against your lips, licking against your pre-stained mouth. Quiet enough to be either missed or ignored by Joker as he busies himself freeing his cock and grinding itn against your ass.

“Next time I’ll sit you on my face and we can have a little fun one-on-one.” Beni punctuates his promise with a nip to your bottom lip before his hands move to steady you snugly in between two wide chests. His palms rest on the dips of your hips, thumb jutting out to press tightly against your aching clit. The movement rips a hoarse wale from deep in the back of your throat.

“You always cry so pretty, dollface.” Joker’s emboldened by your tears, an invitation to push you farther, you feel two fingers prodding your asshole, using your own slick to assist in his exploration. The sensation is painful and addicting as both digits push past the tight ring of muscle.

His fingers move to work the taught hole open, each ridge of knuckle and callus blurring the line between torment and pleasure. Beni circles your clit, picking up in pace as Joker adds a third finger, the stimulation hurtling you towards orgasm. A litany of please scratch at your throat, begging your captors to steal an orgasm from the pile of shaking limbs in between them.

“Cum, little one, cum so I can fuck this tight little cunt of yours.” Beni’s voice is unmistakably demanding, there’s not a note of suggestion behind his words. Your first orgasm snaps against you like electrocution, buzzing around every nerve.

“That’s my girl,” Joker snickers, feeling the contraction and loosening of your muscles. Your high is the final submission, willing every part of you how they see fit. Little more than a toy, a pawn in a broader game of chess.

“Are you ready for us?” Beni’s voice is framed in question, but you know better than to take it as anything but rhetorical. It doesn't actually matter whether or not you’re ready. What matters is the squeal of pain and temperance that comes from breaking you.

Before you can even nod in agreement, you feel it. The burning fullness, the sealing of a deal between two men that you happen to be placed right in the middle of. Joker’s cock is hot and heavy, sheathing himself in the last plane of virgin flesh. The piercing on his frenum drags against you, a familiar feeling in the most unfamiliar place.

There’s no time to get used to the sensation as Beni is pulling you forward slightly so your weeping pussy is hovering over his length. Your legs dangle, suspended on either side of his forearms. You’re lowered onto the captain, his pace is remarkably gentle as your pubic bone meets the sprawling expanse of wirey hair nestled between his hips. As your skin meets on either side of your weeping body, both cocks sheathed completely inside, the canter of either man picks up brutally.

The sticky feeling of sweat and arousal covers every inch of skin in the room, partnering with the sound of slapping and thrusting that all but drowns out the pathetic whimpers your suspended form can muster.

“I knew you would make yourself useful, doll. My favorite game to play.”

Your head falls forward against Beni, body growing heavy as the merciless, rhythmic thrumming of your abuse. The dull ache of another orgasm drips into your bloodstream. Your abused bundle of nerves become live wires, sparking against Joker’s wandering fingers as they wrap around your front.

“I can feel it, ya’ know, I can feel myself in your stomach.” His taunt is stressed with his palm pressing down against your abdomen before dipping back down once more to pinch your clit.

His rough treatment is the final straw, you scream and cuvulse in the hold of your predators. You squeeze tightly in a succession of muscle spasms that feel like you’re trying to milk both of their own orgasms to crash with your own.

Thick spurts of cum spill into you with a series of deep, final thrusts. You feel your own wetness as it runs down your thighs and ass. Muffled groans from both men fill the stale air as they claim your holes. There’s nothing left in the space between bodies except you caught in the web of spiders, dangling in silken limbs and labored breathing. There’s nothing left to give or take.

There’s nothing but panting and sweat and a deal with the devil.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

#fire force x reader #fire force smut #benimaru x reader #joker x reader #benimaru smut #joker smut #en en no shobotai #fire force #tw: knifeplay #tw: dubcon #sin.knifeplay #sin.dubcon #tw: branding #sin.branding

[puppetavasharpe]

Okay yall I’m back just to say my piece about the end of season 7 cuz I’m so annoyed with what they gave us.

They nerf’d Sara’s super powers yet again (first time for ableism 😬), this time just so she could HAVE A BABY??? The sexism?? It’s not even in character for her 😭😭. If they wanted to make it in character, they could have given us a speech from Sara about how she’s been through so much bad and now she wants to contribute good to the world (even that explanation would need a little more cuz she’s already giving back to the world by being a superhero).

If they nerf’d Supergirl just so she could have a baby, the fans would be up in arms, so why aren’t the avalance fans annoyed at this 😭.

Her powers came from an extremely traumatizing event in her life where she was kidnapped and had her body altered without her permission by yet ANOTHER egotistical maniac dude (Ivo being the first) but I guess having a baby makes trauma and finding power in that trauma unnecessary and go away?

Y’all hear the word “baby” and all brain cells fall out of your ears man.

Also Sara and Ava used to talk about whips and wear lingerie to the office and now they’re pregnant BY KISSING???? By kissing.

Why is no one outraged by the massive desexua|ization of avalance this season? Did LoT writers room fire half their staff and hire the Flash’s homophobic mf team cuz this is absolutely ridiculous 😩

They gave Ray and Nate wives and kicked them out, they gave Mick kids and kicked him out, yet they give avalance both of these storylines (despite the kid storyline being out of line with Sara’s ptsd, but we don’t talk about that anymore 😭. ngl I’m sorely disappointed with how they handled Sara’s arc in season 6 and it took me getting off social media and not having to deal with rude and victimized antis to realize that the storyline was incomplete) yet keep them around but don’t give us any logical explanations as to why they’re doing this so soon in their marriage in the first place?

We all know how much the ratings would go down if Sara and Ava left the show, but keeping them around just to completely nerf them into the ground is not a better option.

Also it’s insulting to the other characters who people LOVE yet were kicked off for these exact reasons. I’m not feeling respected, I’m feeling baitedbecause they don’t give us any reasons to like these storylines for Sara and Ava other than “uhh, hey yall like babies right??? Ppl on Twitter seem to like babies? Idk let’s go with that 🤷”

It’s like Sara and Ava are just there to keep me watching a show that has now gotten rid of most of their fully fleshed out characters only to replace said characters with absolutely new ppl?

Booster Gold is an inherently terrible and selfish character, he’s not lovable, and he’s Rip Hunters dad in the comics like ‘nuff said lmao 😭.

And we now have to dedicate time on two absolutely new characters, one of which already completed their arc??? (I’m talking about Alun, his and Gwyns arc is done, they have no reason to continue the journey).

We got a 30 second delve into Behrad about his ptsd and life growing up; we rid Nora and Ray despite never meeting his brother (and he could easily “provide” for a fairy god mother gig while living on the waverider smfh); we never got to see how Ava, the woman who’s been super insecure about being a clone, finding out there’s hundreds of copies of her being held captive by a man who traumatized her WIFE, yet now we’re gonna delve into new characters and have to spend time building new relationships and establishing reasons why I should love NEW ppl????

I want to focus on who I already love because I haven’t gotten enough of them first, but instead we’re instantly moving into new people 😩

I dont know man. Shows gone down hill but y’all hear the word “baby” and lose all coherent thought, and tbfh, the LoT writers room knows this about yall. Y’all are being played smh.

#legends of tomorrow #Sara lance #Ava sharpe #avalance #arrowverse #Nate heywood #behrad tarazi #Ray Palmer

[masterofmunson]

driver’s license ~ part one

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summary: Things between you and Harry were going great. That was the case until he blindsided you and broke your heart by leaving you for his co-star. Based off the song Driver’s License by Olivia Rodrigo.

Warnings: language and angst. covid doesn’t exist.

Word Count: 4.4k+

Author’s Note: Here she is! I’m sorry it’s so delayed. School has really been kicking my ass. Consider this my anti-valentine’s day fic. This will be a two or three part mini series, I haven’t decided yet. Please let me know what you think! Comments, reblogs, and asks are highly encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy!

It felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. It’d been several weeks since you saw Harry last. He returned to film Don’t Worry Darling and you were left feeling empty and buried yourself in your work. Whatever was happening between you and Harry was up in the air.

You’re friends. You’re the best of friends, at least you were for a while. He wrote a song for you. You kissed him. He kissed you back. You were happy, and then all of a sudden he became a stranger to you. You don’t recognize the person you’ve come to know.

“Harry? I thought you couldn’t take me driving today?” you asked one evening as he stands on your doorstep with slumped shoulders and a nervous gaze. You’d texted him earlier about driving around the area and his answer was short, but not out of the ordinary for him.

Now, staring at him, something was clearly wrong and he looked like he would rather be anywhere than in front of you on your porch. “Is everything alright?”

He lets out a nervous breath and bites the inside of his cheek. You open the door wide enough for him to step inside. He rings his fingers together. “Sorry, I should’ve called,” he said, his eyes roam around the foyer of your apartment.

Your brows knit together. He’s acting strange. He shows up unannounced all the time and it’s never bothered you before. You’re friends and slowly testing the waters to be something more.

“Harry, what’s wrong? What aren’t you telling me?”

The silence is deafening and it sends a chill down your spine. He looks down at the floor and the lump in your throat grows. You fight back tears. You know exactly what the silence means. He’s having second thoughts about pursuing a relationship with you. Your worst fear is coming true.

“You’re having second thoughts about our relationship, aren’t you?”

Harry swallows hard, nodding slowly. “Sort of. I don’t regret it, and I still very much have feelings for you, but I’ve had time to think. I just don’t think it would be fair to start our relationship right now. I don’t want to distract you from what’s important to you and I have the press tour coming up as well as my tour. I want you to be happy and you won’t see me for months at a time.”

You don’t really know what to say. You want to scream and shout at him. None of that mattered before the two of you kissed. He would see you whenever his schedule allowed and you traveled to see him whenever you could. He was your best friend and you made an effort to make your friendship the way it is.

You’re used to the distance. You’re used to the texts, phone calls, and FaceTiming him. It’s how you stay in touch when you’re thousands of miles apart. Why would it be any different now that you’re together?

You try not to cry. It’s such a piss poor excuse to end things between the two of you. After all you’ve been through together, he’s ending it because he’s scared.

“Are you kidding me, Harry? You’re ending whatever this is because you’re scared? I made the choice to kiss you that night. You made the choice to kiss me back. You’re my best friend. I don’t care about the distance. I want you,” you confessed. A tear falls on your cheek and you turn your head away from him to wipe it away.

Harry sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry. You deserve better. You deserve stability and I can’t give you that, at least not right now.”

You let out a shaky breath to try and mask the sob creeping up your throat. More tears gather in your eyes and against your better judgement, you let Harry reach for your face. His thumb brushes against the shell of your cheek and you lean into his touch. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and you hold the hand pressed against your cheek.

A few tears fall and he gently wipes them with the pad of his finger. You sniff quietly and come to your senses and pull away from him. You wipe your nose and let out an awkward laugh. You rock back on your heels and nod towards the door.

“You should go.”

He nods slowly and walks towards the door. He opens the door and turns to look at you one more time before he leaves. You look away. He’s seen enough. You can’t let him see you break further. It doesn’t matter if he’s your best friend. He’s breaking your heart.

The door shuts behind him and you gasp for air as you let the tears fall. You grab at your shirt and fall to the floor. You bring your knees to your chest and cry and cry.

You never thought the person you loved and cared for the most in the world would be the one to hurt you. He gave you a bad excuse. Why did he change his mind? Was it something you said or did? Was it because you weren’t an A list celebrity? You were just a small time producer working in your family owned studio.

It was by chance that a friendship blossomed with the rock star Harry Styles. His own music producer called in sick one day and you filled in for him. You had been friends ever since and occasionally helped him with music every now and then when you weren’t busy with other clients. It was one of the reasons why you had yet to get your driver's license. You were too busy to take the time to learn and you lived in the city so you didn’t really see a need to get your license. You could Uber or bum rides from your brother to the office if you had to.

Did you read too much into things? Harry had written a song for and about you. He told you that much. It was sweet and romantic. You kissed him and it was reciprocated. You didn’t trick or trap him into doing something he didn’t want to do. He confessed his feelings and then you kissed some more.

How would things pan out between the two of you now that he’d broken things off? You couldn’t go back to how things were before. You can’t forget the way he kissed you. You can’t just forget and ignore the way he made you feel. Maybe he would, you thought bitterly.

Harry was notorious for sweeping things under the rug and acting like nothing happened. If he doesn’t address it, it didn’t happen. You won’t let him do that to you. It’s cruel and painful. It’s pure torture.

Now, several weeks have passed since Harry showed up at your doorstep and broke your heart. Since then, you’ve put distance between the two of you. You don’t go out of your way to reach out to him and if he sends you a message, you take hours to reply. Your older brother Malcolm has taken Harry’s place as your driving instructor and he doesn’t ask what happened and you appreciate it.

It’s still a sore subject and you go out of your way to avoid Harry when you know he’s scheduled to work in one of the studios. Everyone’s noticed the change in behavior but no one asks questions. You keep your head down and busy yourself with work. It keeps you from dwelling on what could’ve been. You don’t have the time for such things at work.

It’s a different story altogether when you’re at home alone. Everything reminds you of Harry and you feel utterly pathetic. You drown your sorrows into cheap wine and poorly written romcoms. It’s easier than doing something stupid like drunk texting him.

Now, in hindsight you definitely shouldn’t have been drinking on a lonely Tuesday night. You hadn’t planned on finishing the bottle, but you lost track of time and soon enough you were opening wine bottle number two and finishing it just as easily as you did the first. You know better than to come into work with a raging hangover, but you couldn’t call off. You had a scheduled client that had been on the books for weeks.

Stumbling into the building, you push your sunglasses up the bridge of your noise and trudge to your office. You turn the lights on and close the curtains. Collapsing into your chair, you groan loudly and pull your water bottle out of your work bag and take a long sip.

There’s a gentle knock on the door and you look at your brother through your sunglasses. He laughs softly and steps inside, shutting the door behind him before taking the seat in front of your desk. He leans back into the seat and playfully kicks his feet up on your office table.

There’s a comfortable silence that falls upon the room and Malcolm drinks his coffee slowly. “Can I ask what happened between you and Harry? Wasn’t he teaching you how to drive?”

The question makes your heart drop deep inside your chest. You figured that Malcolm knew that something had happened between you and Harry. You were never in the office when Harry stopped by. Malcolm knew that you were close with Harry, but he didn’t know the extent of your relationship.

You were still figuring out what to label what the two of you were when Harry broke things off. It was still hush hush and kept between the two of you. Nothing fundamentally changed your relationship with each other. All your friends and family as well as his knew that the two of you were incredibly close. No one would’ve known you were seeing each other.

You let out a deep sigh. You tell him everything. You tell him about the song he wrote for you. You tell him how you kissed. You tell him how you’d been seeing each other, going on dates, and acting as everything was normal for the last few months. You tell him how Harry came to your apartment unannounced one day and completely broke your heart just several weeks earlier.

It’s hard to get through and tell him everything with tears gathering behind the sunglasses on your face. Another wave of silence fills the room and Malcolm sits up in the chair and reaches across the table for your hands. He squeezes your hands firmly and you force a smile on your face.

“I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that,” he said. “When you’ve sobered up, let’s take you to the DMV. I don’t want this rite of passage to be tainted with bad memories. It’s about time you get your license. Your car definitely has a thick layer of dust on it.”

You laugh loudly and pull the sunglasses from your face. You wipe away the last of your tears and nod slowly. Malcolm smiles gently and it makes you feel better almost immediately. You could always count on him to make you feel better about a shitty situation you’re going through.

Several more days pass and you are finally a licensed driver. You feel like you’re on a runners high. Now you understand why Harry and the rest of your friends enjoy driving so much. You feel free driving along the coast as the sun sets every evening. It’s made you much happier in recent days.

At least it did.

It was only a matter of time before something ruined your mood. It had been touch and go in the last few days. You could breathe a little easier knowing that Malcolm knew why you were acting and behaving out of the ordinary. He understood. He’s had his fair share of heartbreaks. You don’t have to bottle it in, not when Malcolm knows and doesn’t judge you for it.

When you come to work several mornings after your trip to the DMV, you’re met with odd looks as you walk towards your office. All eyes are on you and it makes your heart drop.

What happened? Was it your dad? Was it Malcolm?

You hurry into your office and throw your things down and barely register that Malcolm is already in your office. You practically jump out of your skin as he shuts the door behind him.

“Jesus Christ, Malcolm!” you screamed, spinning around and clutching your chest. Your heart races and leaps into your throat. “Don’t scare me like that!”

Malcolm stares at you and frowns apologetically. His face is somber and his posture is rigged. He motions for you to sit down.

“You should sit down.”

You stare at him carefully. You cross your arms over your chest. “What’s going on?”

“Please sit, and then I’ll tell you.”

You huff and roll your eyes at your older brother. You collapse into your chair and motion for him to continue. He lets out a careful breath. “There’s no easy way to say this, and you were going to find out eventually, but somehow TMZ got a hold of private photos of you and Harry together.”

Confusion washes over you. You don’t understand. That doesn’t seem too bad. There’s plenty of photos of the two of you on the internet. It’s an occupational hazard and it’s expected if you’re friends with someone like Harry.

“That doesn’t seem so bad. There’s plenty of photos of us together on the internet. Being photographed together isn’t a crime. We’re close,” you reasoned.

Malcolm noticeably winces and your heart drops inside your chest. “Normally, I would agree, but these are…. different. They’re photos of the two of you kissing at Griffith Observatory.”

Oh no. Oh no. Oh shit.

You and Harry had gone on a date to the observatory just a few days after you kissed and confessed your feelings for one another. It was nearing sunset and it was nearly empty of tourists and locals alike.

You were careful not to draw attention towards yourselves. You were having fun and being silly together. You’d been taking photos together and of each other. An elderly couple even offered to take a few photos of the two of you together.

They were incredibly sweet and thankfully had no idea who Harry was. One of the photos they took was your lockscreen for the longest time. You were happy and full of bliss.

“W-What?” you stuttered in disbelief. “How? That was months ago! We were careful and no one recognized him.”

Malcolm shrugs and it doesn’t make you feel any better. Of course he doesn’t know. “There’s more.”

You groan. Could it get any worse? His fans will destroy you if they haven’t already. You lean back in your chair and Malcolm just stares at you.

“There’s photos of Harry and Olivia Wilde together. He allegedly took her as his plus one to Jeff’s wedding. They’re holding hands and look…. close. There’s rumors that they’ve been dating for the last several weeks.”

A wave of nausea washes over you. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You feel like you’re about to pass out. You feel absolutely disgusted. You don’t know what to say.

You’re hurt and you feel betrayed. Harry had abandoned you when the better option rolled past. His second thoughts about your relationship had nothing to do with the distance or his crazy schedule. It had everything to do with his beautiful, successful co-star and director Olivia Wilde.

It makes you feel sick to your stomach. You’re in no shape to work. You’re a disaster and it feels as if your heart is being stabbed a thousand times.

What happened? What happened to the man you love and who claimed to love you? Someone you love isn't supposed to hurt you the way Harry has. He makes you feel like trash thrown on the side of the road.

You scramble to your feet and hyperventilate as you grab your things from on top of your desk. You race out the door and ignore the stares as you leave the office. You ignore Malcolm shouting after you and climb into your car and take off.

Your grip on the steering wheel is tight and hurts your palms. You ignore how fast you’re going and you drive, and drive, and drive.

Nearly an hour has gone by and you pull off the highway and make the exit towards Newport Beach. You park in an empty lot near the public beach and stare out into the ocean.

You scream in the car. Your hands shake the steering wheel and you cry, and cry, and cry. You feel pathetic and used. How could you ever believe that Harry would ever want to be with someone like you? You’re practically a nobody. It doesn’t matter that your family is in the music industry. You’re not a pop star or an extremely talented director.

Your hands shake and you reach for the tiny, beat up journal tucked away in the bottom of your work bag. You open the door to your car and pop open the trunk. You grab the blanket from the back before locking up and trek up towards the shore.

You sit down in the warm sand and close your eyes. Your shoulders relax as you listen to the crashing waves nearby.

Another wave of tears find their way at the corners of your eyes. This time you don’t try to hold them back.

Your shoulders shake as you cry and you feel utterly defeated. You’ve given Harry way too much power over you. He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t deserve to be treated like someone that can be taken and put back on to a shelf.

You open your journal to a clean page and begin to write. Memories with Harry come to mind and you write, write, write.

“I can’t believe you’re working on Olivia Wilde’s new movie,” you told Harry in awe on the day he broke the news to you. “I mean, I can. It’s just amazing! Just promise me you won’t leave me for your sexy co-star,” you teased.

Harry laughs and kisses the top of your forehead. He gives you a warm and soft kiss to your mouth. “I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” he whispered. “I’m crazy for you.”

You grin at him and he pulls you closer in the soft sheets of his bed. His touch engulfs you and you sink deeper and deeper into him.

Tears dampen the journal as you write and cry, write and cry. You look away briefly, rubbing at your cheek, ridding it of your tears.

What happened? What went wrong? You loved him with your entire being. Why wasn’t that enough? Why weren’t you enough?

A broken sigh leaves your lips and you turn back to your journal. You write some more. This time, a memory from before the two of you kissed comes to mind.

The two of you sat on top of the hood of his car. The beach is nearly empty as it nears sunset. You eat ice cream and watch the waves crash against the shore. Harry nudges you playfully as takes a spoonful of his strawberry and banana blizzard.

“I think it’s about time you learn how to drive,” he said with a mouthful of food.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. Of course he’d say that. He’s probably sick of being your personal chauffeur and taking you everywhere. You guess it’s time to learn.

“Yeah? Is this your way of telling me that you’re sick of driving me everywhere?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes too and smiled. It made your stomach jump. “Nooooo. I just want you to drive up to my house once in a while. Is that so bad?”

“I guess not. Who do you suggest I should ask to be my teacher?”

You were teasing him. You just wanted to get a rise out of him and it worked. He gasps and shoves you gently. You laughed and he frowned at you.

“If I haven’t made it obvious, I’m teaching you. God knows what’ll happen if you get behind the wheel with anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. That fucker. He knows exactly what to say to get you to take the bait. You scoffed and finished the rest of your ice cream and Harry does the same.

“I’ll teach you in the parking lot for now.”

By the time you’re done writing, you’ve filled nearly five pages in your journal. Words are scribbled out, phrases reworked and rephrased, lines scratched through a number of stanzas.

It’s painful. It’s sorrow. It’s complete and utter heartbreak. It’s vulnerable and raw. It’s what’s become of your relationship with Harry. It’s beautiful.

You stopped crying a while ago. The remains of your tears stain your cheeks and it doesn’t bother you. You gather your things together and return to your car.

This time as you sit in your car and grab the steering wheel, you don’t scream pathetically or shake the wheel. Instead, you look out at shore, the ache in your heart reduced to a dull throb in your chest.

When you return to the office several days later, you ignore the sea of eyes that follow behind you as you trudge to Malcolm’s office. You’re on a mission and you will see it through.

The door to his office is closed and you quickly push it open. “Hey, Malcolm, I wrote something and I want you to—”

You don’t know what you expected when you opened his office door without knocking. He’s told you countless times to knock before entering, but you’ve never listened. You should probably knock now.

Jeff sits in the chair closest to the door. He turns his head to look at you. He gives a courteous smile. Your heart drops inside your stomach and you slowly close the door.

“What’s going on?”

“I think it’s best if you sit down,” Malcolm said, motioning to the empty seat next to Jeff.

“I think I’m good standing right here,” you replied defiantly, resting your back against the door. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at the two men in front of you. They share a glance before Malcolm looks back at you.

“Jeff and I were just discussing our options on how to handle the PR situation going on with you and Harry.”

You let out a bitter laugh. Since when has any PR stunts ever been handled by Harry or his team? They’re notorious for ignoring it altogether. It’s a part of his brand. His fans even know that he sweeps things under the rug. Why would they want to handle it? Any PR is good PR, according to Jeff at least.

“Since when did you start caring about bad PR, Jeff? It is because I’m a nobody in an industry that only cares about the elite? Or is it because Harry being seen with someone who isn’t a celebrity is bad for his brand?” you asked sarcastically with an eye roll.

You feel a wave of tears threaten to fall at the corners of your eyes. Your chin quivers and you bite the inside of your cheek. Don’t cry, don’t cry, do not cry. You’re done crying over Harry.

“Y/n, that’s not true. He’s in the middle of filming and we’ve carefully made it seem like he’s with Olivia Wilde. It’s to help promote the movie,” Jeff defended.

You click your tongue to the roof of your mouth. “Right, because everything’s about Harry and what’s best for him. Do whatever the fuck you want, just leave me out of it and don’t talk to me again.”

You leave his office and ignore the stares as you leave the building. You can’t be here, not when Jeff is just feet away from you. You’re sad, angry, and hurt. You just want to punch something.

You return to your car and scream in frustration the moment the door shuts. Harry didn’t even come to fix the situation himself. Instead he sent his manager to do all the dirty work for him. He still hasn’t said sorry for the hurt and pain he put you through. You doubt he’d even apologize for the hell you’ll get from his fans.

You drive home and change out of your work attire into comfy pajamas. You settle in front of your piano and mess around with the soundboard nearby that’s connected to your computer before pressing the record button.

It goes on like this for hours. You splice the instruments together, fixing and editing the tempo, sound, and bass here and there. It’s a tedious process, but one you love. You carefully place the headphones over your ears and swallow hard before you begin singing the lyrics on the main track. After you add a variety of harmonies and melodies to give the song more depth.

Then it’s over. The song’s finished and recorded. It’s perfect. It’s everything you imagined it would be when you wrote the lyrics on the beach. It’s vulnerable, but it’s beautiful and it’s you. You didn’t need Malcom’s help to produce the song. You did it all on your own, like always.

You lean back into your chair and stare at the computer file. You couldn’t publish it. It won’t see the light of day. You’re not meant to be singing the songs you write. You’re meant to share and produce them for artists that are infinitely more talented than you. Maybe you could sell the rights to someone like Billie Eilish or Ariana Grande. They could do the song justice.

No. It’s too vulnerable, too you. It’s only meant to be sung by you. It’s yours, no one else’s. You don’t need a second opinion. If things were still good between you and Harry, he would encourage you to release the song.

Maybe that’s why you set up your camera and took photos to create your own album art for the song. Maybe that’s why you watched the file slowly render in Apple Music, ITunes, and Spotify. You hover over the publish tab.

You hesitate. There’s no going back. Once it’s uploaded, there’s no way to delete it. The song is out there forever. People will link it to Harry in a matter of minutes, that much is obvious, but you don’t care. You’re doing this for you and no one else. If Harry could write songs about his exes, so could you.

You click publish, and exhale deeply as the song appears in the system.

There’s no going back.

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[nixonio]

Bakugou Apologized and I Have Some Constructive Criticism

So, I read the fan translation for Bakugou's apology, and I figured I'd analyze it to the best of my ability. Well, not analyze, more like give my opinion on it.

I want to start off by saying that I'm not an anti. I'm I'm a stan either. I'm tagging this as both, though because I want to hear every side, and think about everyone's opinions so that I can make sure mine is the best it can be.

Also yes, I know it's fan translated and that the official will probably be different, but I wanted to have fun and do it anyway🥰

Please note that this is my opinion. You are more than welcome(in fact encouraged) to tell about your own opinion in the replies, but please be respectful.

Everything I write here is to be read in the most respectful and kind tone. It's how I was meaning for it to be read. I'm sorry if it doesn't come off that way, but please know I am in no way trying to be rude with anything I say.

Now then, let's get started.

First of all, he starts out with a bit of an insult "you were always far behind me" thats not true, but it's Bakugou's opinion. I'm not sure I like how he states it as fact. "You were always so far behind me." Rather than "I used to think you were always so far behind me." or "I thought you were so far behind me."

Bakugou does, however, imply that him looking down on Izuku because of him being quirkless is wrong, and I think that's awesome.

After this, he starts giving a reason(a pretty illogical one, in my opinion) as to why he bullied Deku. Bakugou felt that Izuku was somehow miles ahead of him. Next he goes into what he felt, why he felt the need to hurt Izuku. It's because of something he was feeling. And of course, how could you talk about that with someone? Especially being immature and at that age(around five or so). He didn't have to talk about it, but hurting someone is never the option(we knew this already).

Next he talks about how he was distant. And OK, that's good. He should have been distant.

Except he wasnt distant.

I can admit that on normal circumstances Bakugou didn't go out of his way to speak to Midoriya, but when Deku would speak to/compliment him, insults were thrown. Bakugou should have been distant then. Also, "I grew up distant and always tried to beat you down" are contradictions to eachother, imo. Bakugou, back in middle school, went out of his way to bully deku. That's not distant. Now back when they were small, yes. I'd say Bakugou was kind of distant. He still made fun of Izuku though, so he probably wasn't as distant as he thinks he was.

Next he talks about he could never truly be superior to Deku, how he always lost. But this is(in my opinion), unnecessary. He's giving all these reasons as to how things didn't work out for him, and that last part being placed well....last kinda makes it seem like because everything didn't work out right, he's sorry. I know this isn't how its meant, but I feel it could have been worded differently. I can't help but wonder, though, if Izuku had submitted, if Bakugou had been superior in his own eyes, if he'd succeeded, would he still be sorry?

In alot of cases, though, Bakugou succeeded in beating Midoriya down(temporarily). Physically anyway(the final exam, and when he impaled Izuku with his headpiece).

(Note: A differing opinion has lead me to think differently about this. Bakugou had become distant in an emotional sense, he and Deku weren't as close as they were before. No longer besties, if you understand me.)

At least, after this, Bakugou explains that he realizes nothing he said really matters. I like that he can understand this, and I appreciate that he feels Izuku is owed an explanation at least. The one thing I hate about this is that his reasoning for doing what he did is longer than his apology. His apology is one line.

It's just one. If someone told me that they put me through hell because of an idea they'd placed in their own head that was so incredibly far from the truth(like Bakugou saying that he thought Izuku was looking down on him during their first battle at Ground Beta), I wouldn't feel any better. As a matter of fact, I'd feel worse about it. There is literally nothing Izuku could have done to prevent the bullying. Even if he wasn't quirkless, Bakugou back then, might not have been able to fathom the idea of someone being even a little better than him. So he probably still would have bullied Deku. Only this time Izuku might have been able to fight back depending on the quirk he would have been born with.

If someone murdered my mother, and stood in court explaining why, far more than being sorry, I wouldn't be any happier. Yes, the reason matters, but the amount of time you spend explaining the reason should be virtually nonexistent compared to the time you spend showing remorse and sorrow.

I very much enjoy how he understands that Izuku wanting to leave UA and go it alone wasn't necessarily wrong. I think Bakugou is correct here. Nice Bakugou, very cool.

I'm also very happy that Izuku apologizes for saying that everyone couldn't keep up. Very cool, Izuku.

Please don't get me wrong, though. I'm proud of Bakugou for even bringing this up regardless of how he did it. I think that Bakugou apologizing is a huge step in the proper direction. I cant help but be concerned over how he'll be different in the future though.

Well, why would I be worried about this? Because he's shown promise before, but soon after goes back to being pretty rude. Bakugou explained to that child that looking down on others would prevent him from realizing his own weakness "If you keep looking down on everyone, then you won't notice your own weakness."(My Hero Academia Episode 80(sub): Relief For License Trainees -16:00). Yet, he continued to look down on others in a sense, even as recently as the Endeavor Training Arc. Bakugou's arrogance continues, even when he realizes that looking down on others is wrong. He claims that Todoroki could never notice something he didn't already notice(My Hero Academia Episode 103(sub): One Thing at a Time -7:18). And when he claims that Endeavor, the Number 1 Hero, is ripping off of his style "He's copying my Explosion" (My Hero Academia Episode 103(sub): One Thing at a Time -6:50).

Truly, I hope Bakugou's arrogance and negative confidence will subside, and we'll be able to witness him being blatantly and openly kind to others. I'm not asking Bakugou to change his character, he could become an Inosuke(Demon Slayer) of sorts. He could even become a more obvious Tsundere, with the narrative showing his thoughts and agreeing with him actually caring in a more obvious fashion.

But, that's just what I think

Once again, feel free to comment your opinion on my criticisms of Bakugou's apology, or even tell me what you think about it! I love hearing differing opinions.

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